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ONRIDING slow, at lofty height,
Were clouds in drift along the sky,
Of purple blue, and pink, and white,
In pack and pile, upreaching high,
For ever changing, as they flew,
Their shapes from new again to new.
And some like rocks, and towers of stone,
Or hills, or woods, outreaching wide ;
And some like roads, with dust upblown
In glittering whiteness off their side,
Outshining white, again to fade,
In figures made to be unmade.
So things may meet, but never stand,
In life; they may be smiles or tears :
A joy in hope, and one in hand ;
Some grounds of grief, and some of fears ;
They may be good, or may be ill,
But never long abiding still.
THE BLESSED DAMOZEL.-D. G. Rossetti,
The blessed damozel looked out
From the gold bar of Heaven ;
Her eyes were deeper than the depth
Of waters stilled at even ;
She had three lilies in her hand,
And the stars in her hair were seven.
Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem,
No wrought flowers did adorn,
But a white rose of Mary's gift,
For service meetly worn;
Her hair that lay along her back
Was yellow like ripe corn.
Herseemed she scarce had been a day
One of God's choristers ;
The wonder was not yet quite gone
From that still look of hers;
Albeit, to them she left, her day
Had counted as ten years. (To one, it is ten years of years.
Yet now, and in this place,
Surely she leaned o'er me- her hair
Fell all about my face
Nothing : the autumn fall of leaves.
The whole year sets apace.)
It was the rampart of God's house
That she was standing on ;
By God built over the sheer depth
The which is Space begun;
So high, that looking downward thence
She scarce could see the sun.
It lies in Heaven, across the flood
Of ether, as a bridge.
Beneath, the tides of day and night
With flame and darkness ridge
The void, as low as where this earth
Spins like a fretful midge.
Heard hardly, some of her new friends
Amid their loving games
Spake evermore among themselves
Their virginal chaste names ;
And the souls mounting up to God
Went by her like thin flames.
And still she bowed herself and stooped
Out of the circling charm ;
Until her bosom must have made
The bar she leaned on warm,
And the lilies lay as if asleep
Along her bended arm.
From the fixed place of Heaven she saw
Time like a pulse shake fierce
Through all the world. Her gaze still strove
Within the gulf to pierce
Its path ; and now she spoke as when
The stars sank in their spheres.
The sun was gone now; the curled moon
Was like a little feather
Fluttering far down the gulf; and now
She spoke through the still weather.
Her voice was like the voice the stars
Had when they sang together. (Ah sweet! Even now, in that bird's song,
Strove not her accents there,
Fain to be hearkened ? When those bells
Possessed the mid-day air,
Strove not her steps to reach my side
Down all the echoing stair ?)
I wish that he were come to me,
For he will come,' she said. 'Have I not prayed in Heaven ?-on earth,
Lord, Lord, has he not pray'd ?
Are not two prayers a perfect strength ?
And shall I feel afraid ?
“When round his head the aureole clings,
And he is clothed in white,
I'll take his hand and go with him
To the deep wells of light ;
We will step down as to a stream,
And bathe there in God's sight.
“We two will stand beside that shrine,
Occult, withheld, untrod,
Whose lamps are stirred continually
With prayer sent up to God ;
And see our old prayers, granted, melt
Each like a little cloud.
"We two will lie i’ the shadow of
That living mystic tree
Within whose secret growth the Dove
Is sometimes felt to be,
While every leaf that His plumes touch
Saith His Name audibly.
And I myself will teach to him,
I myself, lying so,
The songs I sing here ; which his voice
Shall pause in, hushed and slow,
And find some knowledge at each pause,
Or some new thing to know.'
(Alas! We two, we two, thou say'st !
Yea, one wast thou with me
That once of old. But shall God lift
To endless unity
The soul whose likeness with thy soul
Was but its love for thee?)
"We two,' she said, ' will seek the groves
Where the lady Mary is,
With her five handmaidens, whose names
Are five sweet symphonies,
Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen,
Margaret and Rosalys.
Circlewise sit they, with bound locks
And foreheads garlanded ;
Into the fine cloth white like flame
Weaving the golden thread,
To fashion the birthrobes for them
Who are just born, being dead.
'He shall fear, haply, and be dumb :
Then will I lay my cheek
To his, and tell about our love,
Not once abashed or weak :
And the dear Mother will approve
My pride, and let me speak. 'Herself shall bring us, hand in hand,
To Him round whom all souls Kneel, the clear-ranged unnumbered heads
Bowed with their aureoles : And angels meeting us shall sing
To their citherns and citoles. There will I ask of Christ the Lord
Thus much for him and me :Only to live as once on earth
With Love,-only to be, As then awhile, for ever now
Together, I and he.'
She gazed and listened and then said,
Less sad of speech than mild, -
All this is when he comes.' She ceased:
The Light thrilled towards her, fillid
With angels in strong level flight.
Her eyes prayed, and she smil'd.
(I saw her smile.) But soon their path
Was vague in distant spheres :
And then she cast her arms along
The golden barriers,
And laid her face between her hands,
And wept. (I heard her tears.)
TO A SKY-LARK.-Wordsworth.
UP with me! up with me into the clouds !
For thy song, Lark, is strong ;
Up with me, up with me into the clouds !
With all the heavens about thee ringing,
Lift me, guide me till I find
That spot which seems so to my mind!
I have walked through wildernesses dreary,
And to-day my heart is weary ;
Had I now the wings of fairy,
Up to thee would I fly.
There is madness about thee, and joy divine
In that song of thine;
Up with me, up with me, high and high,
To thy banqueting-place in the sky !
Joyous as morning,
Thou art laughing and scorning;
Thou hast a nest, for thy love and thy rest :
And, though little troubled with sloth,
Drunken Lark! thou would'st be loth
To be such a traveller as I.
Happy, happy liver !
With a soul as strong as a mountain river,
Pouring out praise to the Almighty giver,
Joy and jollity be with us both !