You fancied me miles away peacefully reading, But I saw you, signora, and only last night, In the deux-temps with Vivian de Vere you were speeding, And I did not announce myself, for, who could tell, For although I speak in this volatile fashion, I'm vulgar enough to possess, dear, a heart; And the sweet dream of deepest, unchangeable passion From that heart's inward feeling will never depart. Since the time when your childhood gave tenderest token Of the virtues and graces that make up your dower, The chain was linked round me no more to be broken, My allegiance has never once swerved for an hour! I saw you whirl by, never thinking or dreaming I watched the rich diamond-spray brilliantly gleaming Is quite out of place, still I was so bold As to wish those dark tresses enwreathed with white roses, The simple white blossoms you loved well of old. I suppose your lace drapery is of the rarest, And the broiders that deck it of fabulous worth, Yet, ma mignonne, I think that I held you the fairest In your plain country dress with its loveable dearth Of costly emblazons and ornament golden, And I worshipped you more in that sweet, simple guise, When from under the round hat, in days dear and olden, Flashed forth the soft light of those exquisite eyes! For you have unchangingly been my one vision I care not as long as you see this poor rhyme. 24. MY QUEEN. THEN and how shall I earliest meet her? By what name shall I learn to greet her? She is standing somewhere, she I shall honour, Whether her hair be golden or raven, I know not now, but 'twill be engraven I will not dream of her tall and stately, But she must be courteous, she must be holy, WHE HEN and how shall I meet him? if ever: What are the words he first will say? How will the barriers now that sever Our kindred spirits be broken away? This self-same daylight on him is shining, Shining somewhere the while I sing, The only one who, my will resigning, Could I acknowledge my king, my king. Whether his hair be golden or raven, I know not now; but 'twould be engraven Been chain'd by a voice with a pleasant ringBut ever and aye there was something in it, Something that could not be his, my king. I will not dream of him handsome and strong, He would be noble enough in my sight; Whose melody waits for the hand of its king. But he must be courteous toward the lowly; By nature exalted, and firm, and true : "TELI Said the curly-haired child on my knee; 'It must not be short, and it must not be long.' Little Golden-Hair, what shall it be? 'Tell me a story, or sing me a song Of a princess, who dwelt by the sea, And what the waves sung to her, all the day long, And what to the waves answered she.' The waves, in calm weather, came trippingly, trippingly, 'The flowers at thy casement are blooming and dying, As thou sittest alone by the sea; But the mast is of gold, and the ship is of pearl, Cheer up, pretty princess! the white sails are flying, And she listens in fear, 'twixt a smile and a tear, And she tosses her head, just as if she had said, But the waves, in rough weather, came roaringly, 10aringly, Pouringly, up from the sea, 6 And the land-echoes moan, Wilt thou go all alone, To be tossed on the storm-driven sea? Leaving father, and mother, and sister, and brother, And loud winds arise, as she weepingly cries, 'Ah, what a sad song!' little Golden-Hair said; The prince he is coming quite soon, I'm afraid, 'Nay, now, little Goldon-Hair, how can I tell? But she clapped her small hands, crying out, ' Very well, Ah, whisper, sweet Golden-Hair, close to my ear, "The prince he is handsome-the prince he is dear, 'The ship is all sparkling with gold and with pearl, And there, on the deck, like a little bright speck, "The prince he leans over her all the day long, Or plays his sweet lute at her side; And when the waves roar, and the wind is too strong, 'But is she unhappy? or is she afraid? Little Golden-Hair capered for glee; 'She's as merry again,' said this mischievous maid, 'As she was when she sat by the sea!' Gerda Fay. |