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Bite at our peaches,
Citrons and dates,
Grapes for the asking,
Pears red with basking
Out in the sun,

Plums on their twigs; 360
Pluck them and suck them,—
Pomegranates, figs.'

'Good folk,' said Lizzie,
Mindful of Jeanie:
'Give me much and many:'
Held out her apron,
Tossed them her penny.
'Nay, take a seat with us,
Honour and eat with us,'

They answered grinning: 370

'Our feast is but beginning.

Night yet is early,

Warm and dew-pearly,

Wakeful and starry:

Such fruits as these

No man can carry;

Half their bloom would fly,

Half their dew would dry,

Half their flavour would pass by.

Sit down and feast with us, 380

Be welcome guest with us,

Cheer you and rest with us.'—

'Thank you,' said Lizzie: 'But one waits

At home alone for me:

So without further parleying,

If you will not sell nie any

Of your fruits though much and many,

Give me back my silver penny

I tossed you for a fee.'—

They began to scratch their pates, 390

No longer wagging, purring,

But visibly demurring,

Grunting and snarling.

One called her proud,

Cross-grained, uncivil;

Their tones waxed loud,

Their looks were evil.

Lashing their tails

They trod and hustled her,

Elbowed and jostled her, 400

Clawed with their nails,

Barking, mewing, hissing, mocking.

Tore her gown and soiled her stocking,

Twitched her hair out by the roots,

Stamped upon her tender feet,

Held her hands and squeezed their fruits

Against her month to make her eat.

White and golden Lizzie stood,
Like a lily in a flood.—

Like a rock of blue-veined stoue

Lashed by tides obstreperously,—

Like a beacon left alone

In a hoary roaring sea,

Sending up a golden fire,—

Like a fruit-crowned orange-tree

White with blossoms honey-sweet

Sore beset by wasp and bee,—

Like a royal virgin town

Topped with gilded dome and spire

Close beleaguered by a fleet 420

Mad to tug her standard down.

One may lead a horse to water,

Twenty cannot make him drink.

Though the goblins cuffed and caught her,

Coaxed and fought her,

Bullied and besought her,

Scratched her, pinched her black as ink,

Kicked and knocked her,

Mauled and mocked her,

Lizzie uttered not a word; 430

Would not open lip from lip

Lest they should cram a mouthful in:

But laughed in heart to feel the drip

Of juice that syruped all her face,

And lodged in dimples of her chin,

And streaked her neck which quaked like curd.

At last the evil people,

Worn out by her resistance,

Flung back her penny, kicked their fruit

Along whichever road they took, 440

Not leaving root or stone or shoot;

Some writhed into the ground,

Some dived into the brook

With ring and ripple,

Some scudded on the gale without a sound,
Some vanished in the distance.

In a smart, ache, tingle,

Lizzie went her way;

Knew not was it night or day;

Sprang up the bank, tore thro' the furze, 450

Threaded copse and dingle,

And heard her penny jingle

Bouncing in her purse,—

Its bounce was music to her ear.

She ran and ran

As if she feared some goblin man
Dogged her with gibe or curse
Or something worse:
But not one goblin skurried after,
Nor was she pricked by fear; 4C0
The kind heart made her windy-paced
That urged her home quite out of breath with

And inward laughter.

She cried, 'Laura,' up the garden,

'Did you miss me f

Come and kiss me.

Never mind my bruises,

Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices

Squeezed from goblin fruits for you,

Goblin pulp and goblin dew. 470

Eat me, drink me, love me;

Laura, make much of me;

For your sake I have braved the glen

And had to do with goblin merchant men.'

Laura started from her chair,

Flung her arms up in the air,

Clutched her hair:

'Lizzie, Lizzie, have you tasted

For my sake the fruit forbidden!

Must your light like mine be hidden, 480

Your young life like mine be wasted,

Undone in mine undoing,

And ruined in my ruin,

Thirsty, cankered, goblin-ridden}'—

She clung about her sister,

Kissed and kissed and kissed her:

Tears once again

Refreshed her shrunken eyes,

Dropping like rain

After long sultry drouth; 490

Shaking with aguish fear, and pain,

She kissed and kissed her with a hungry mouth.

Her lips began to scorch,

That juice was wormwood to her tongue,

She loathed the feast:

Writhing as one possessed she leaped and sung,
Rent all her robe, and wrung
Her hands in lamentable haste,
And beat her breast.

Her locks streamed like the torch BOO

Borne by a racer at full speed,

Or like the mane of horses in their flight,

Or like an eagle when she stems the light

Straight toward the sun,

Or like a caged thing freed,

Or like a flying flag when armies run.

Swift Are spread through her veins, knocked

at her heart, Met the fire smouldering there And overbore its lesser flame; She gorged on bitterness without a name: B10 Ah fool, to choose such part Of soul-consuming care! Sense failed in the mortal strife: Like the watch-tower of a town Which an earthquake shatters down,

Like a lightning-stricken mast,
Like a wind-uprooted tree
Spun about,

Like a foam-topped waterspout

Cast down headlong in the sea, 620

She fell at last;

Pleasure past and anguish past,

Is it death or is it life?

Life out of death.

That night long, Lizzie watched by her,
(Counted her pulse's flagging stir,
Felt for her breath,

Held water to her lips, and cooled her face
With tears and fanning leaves.
But when the first birds chirped about their
eaves, 630
And early reapers plodded to the place
Of golden sheaves,
And dew-wet grass

Bowed in the morning winds so brisk to pass,
And new buds with new day
Opened of cup-like lilies on the stream,
Laura awoke as from a dream,
Laughed in the innocent old way,
Hugged Lizzie but not twice or thrice;
Her gleaming locks showed not one thread of
grey, 640
Her breath was sweet as May,
And light danced in her eyes.

Days, weeks, months, years

Afterwards, when both were wives

With children of their own;

Their mother-hearts beset with fears,

Their lives bound up in tender lives;

Laura would call the little ones

And tell them of her early prime,

Those pleasant days long gone 560

Of not-returning time:

Would talk about the haunted glen,

The wicked quaint fruit-merchant men,

Their fruits like honey to the throat

But poison in the blood

(Men sell not such in any town):

Would tell them how her sister stood

In deadly peril to do her good,

And win the fiery antidote:

Then joining hands to little hands 5G0

Would bid them cling together,—

'For there is no friend like a sister

In calm or stormy weather;

To cheer one on the tedious way,

To fetch one if one goes astray,

To lift one if one totters down,

To strengthen whilst one stands.'



'Sweet, thou art pale.'

'More pale to see, Christ hung upon the cruel tree And bore His Father's wrath for me.'

'Sweet, thou art sad.'

'Beneath a rod More heavy, Christ for my sake trod The winepress of the wrath of God.' •

'Sweet, thou art weary.'

'Not so Christ;
Whose mighty love of me sufficed
For Strength, Salvation, Eucharist.'

'Sweet, thou art footsore.'

'If I bleed,

His feet have bled; yea in my need

His Heart once bled for mine indeed.' 12


'Sweet, thou art young.'

'So He was young
Who for my sake in silence hung
Upon the Cross with Passion wrung.'

'Look, thou art fair.'

1 He was more fair Than men, Who deigned for me to wear A visage marred beyond compare.' 18

'And thou hast riches.'

'Daily bread:
All else is His: Who, living, dead,
For me lacked where to lay His Head.'

'And life is sweet.'

'It was not so To Him, Whose Cup did overflow With mine unutterable woe.' 24


'Thou drinkest deep.'

'When Christ would sup He drained the dregs from out my cup: So how should I be lifted up!'

'Thou shalt win Glory.'

'In the skies, Lord Jesus, cover up mine eyes Lest they should look on vanities.' 30

'Thou shalt have Knowledge.'

'Helpless dust!

In Thee, O Lord, I put my trust:
Answer Thou for me, Wise and Just.'

'And Might.'—

'Get thee behind me. Lord, Who hast redeemed and not abhorred My soul, oh keep it by Thy Word.' 36


I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree
And wore them all that evening in my hair:
Then in due season when I went to see
I found no apples there.

With dangling basket all along the grass

As I had come I went the selfsame track: My neighbours mocked me while they saw me pass

So empty-handed back. 8

Lilian and Lilias smiled in trudging by,

Their heaped-up basket teased me like a jeer;

Sweet-voiced they sang beneath the sunset sky, Their mother's home was near.

Plump Gertrude passed me with her basket full,

A stronger hand than hers helped it along; A voice talked with her through the shadows cool

More sweet to me than song. 16

Ah Willie, Willie, was my love less worth Than apples with their green leaves piled above t

I counted rosiest apples on the earth
Of far less worth than love.

So once it was with me you stooped to talk

Laughing and listening in this very lane; To think that by this way we used to walk

We shall not walk again! 24

I let my neighbours pass me, ones and twos And groups; the latest said the night grew chill,

And hastened: but I loitered; while the dews
Fell fast I loitered still.


Come back to me, who wait and watch for you:—

Or come not yet, for it is over then,

And long it is before you come again,

So far between my pleasures are, and few.

♦ "Lady Unnamed": a series of fourteen sonnets in which the personal utterance, as in Mrs. Iironning's Sonnets from the Portuguese, wears a titular disguise.

While, when you come uot, what 1 <lo I do Thinking 'Now when he comes,' my sweetest 'when':

For one man is my world of all the men
This wide world holds; O love, my world is you.
Howbeit, to meet you grows almost a pang
Because the pang of parting comes so soon;
My hope hangs waning, waxing, like a moon
Between the heavenly days on which we meet:
Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang
When life was sweet because you called them


I wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season,—it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
Bo unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand—Did one but


Many in aftertimes will say of you
'He loved her'—while of me what w ill they
say f

Not that I loved you more than .just in play,
For fashion's sake as idle women do.
Even let them prate; who know not what we

Of love and parting in exceeding pain,
Of parting hopeless here to meet again,
Hopeless on earth, and heaven is out of view.
But by my heart of love laid bare to you,
My love that you can make not void nor vain,
Love that foregoes you but to claim anew
Beyond this passage of the gate of death,
I charge you at the Judgment make it plain
My love of you was life and not a breath.


Does the road wind up-hill all the wayf

Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journev take the whole long dayf'

From morn to night, my friend.

But is there for the night a resting-placef
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.

May not the darkness hide it from my facet You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night t

Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight!

They will not keep you standing at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weakT

Of labour you shall find the sum. Will there be beds for me and all who seek!

Yea, beds for all who come.

WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896)


A golden gillifiower to-day
I wore upon my helm alway,
And won the prize of this tourney.
II ah! hah! la belle jaune giro flee A

However well Sir Giles might sit,
His sun was weak to w ither it;
Lord Miles's blood was dew on it:

Bah! hah! la belle jaune girofiie. 8

Although my spear in splinters flew,
From John's steel-coat, my eye was true;
1 wheeled about, and cried for you.
Hah! hah! la belle jaune girofiie.

Yea, do not doubt my heart was good,
Though my sword flew like rotten wood,
To shout, although I scarcely stood.

Hah! hah! la belle jaune girofiie. It

My hand was steady, too, to take
My axe from round my neck, and break
John's steel-coat up for my love's sake.
Hah! hah! la belle jaune girofiie.

When I stood in my tent again.
Arming afresh, I felt a pain
Take hold of me, I was so fain—■

Hah! hah! la belle jaune girofiie— 24

To hear: "Honneur aux filt des preux!-"
Right in my ears again, and shew
The gillifiower blossomed new.

Hah! hah! la belle jaune girofiie.

The Sietir Guillaume against me came,
His tabard bore three points of flame
From a red heart; with little blame:'—

Hah! hah! la belle jaune girofiie— 3!

i "ITah! hah! the beautiful yellow sllllflowor !'*

'2 "Honor to the sons of the bravo! 3 hurt

Our tough spears crackled up like straw;
He was the first to turn and draw
His sword, that had nor speck nor flaw;
Hah! hah! la belle jaune giro flee.

But I felt weaker than a maid,
And my brain, dizzied and afraid,
Within my helm a fierce tune played,

Hah! hah! la belle jaune giroflie, 40

Until I thought of your dear head,
Bowed to the gilliflower bed,
The yellow flowers stained with red;
Hah! hah! la belle jaune giroflee.

Crash! how the swords met; "giroflee!"
The fierce tune in my helm would play,
'' La belle! la belle jaune giroflee !''

Hah! hah! la belle jaune giroflee. 48

Once more the great swords met again:
"La belle! la belle!" but who fell then?
Le Siour Guillaume, who struck down ten;
Hah! hah! la belle jaune giroflee.

And as with mazed and unarmed face.
Toward my own crown and the Queen's place,
They led me at a gentle pace,—

Hah! hah! la belle jaune giroflee,— 56

I almost saw your quiet head
Bowed o'er the gilliflower bed,
The yellow flowers stained with red,
Hah! hah! la belle jaune giroflic.


Across the empty garden-beds,

When the Sword went out to sea,
I scarcely saw my sisters' heads

Bowed each beside a tree.
I could not see the castle leads,

When the Suord went out to sea. *

Alicia wore a scarlet gown,

When the Suord went out to sea,

But Ursula's was russet brown:
Kor the mist we could not see

The scarlet roofs of the good town,

When the Sword went out to sea. 12

Green holly in Alicia's hand,

When the Sword went out to sea;

With sere oak-leaves did Ursula stand;
Oh! yet alas for me!

I did but bear a peeled white wand,

When the Suord went out to sea. 18

O, russet brown and scarlet bright,
When the Sword went out to sea,

My sisters wore; I wore but white;
Red, brown, and white, are three;

Three damozels; each had a knight,

When the Sword went out to sea. 24

Sir Robert shouted loud, and said,
When the Sword went out to sea,

"Alicia, while I see thy head,
What shall I bring for theef"

"O, my sweet Lord, a ruby red:''

The Sword went out to sea. 30

Sir Miles said, while the sails hung down.
When the Sword went out to sea,

"O, Ursula! while I see the town,
What shall I bring for theef"

"Dear knight, bring back a falcon brown:"
The Sword went out to sea. 36

But my Roland, no word he said,
When the Sword went out to sea,

But only turned away his head;
A quick shriek came from me:

"Come back, dear lord, to your white maid!"
The Sword went out to sea. 42

The hot sun bit the garden-beds

When the Sword came back from sea;

Beneath an apple-tree our heads
Stretched out toward the sea;

Gray gleamed the thirsty castle-leads,

When the Sword came back from sea. 48

Lord Robert brought a ruby red,

When the Sword came back from sea;

He kissed Alicia on the head:
'' 1 am come back to thee;

"Tis time, sweet love, that we were wed,
Now the Sword is back from sea!" 54

Sir Miles he bore a falcon brown,

When the Sword came back from sea;

His arms went round tall Ursula's gown:
"What joy, O love, but theef

Let us be wed in the good town,
Now the Sword is back from sea!" SO

My heart grew sick, no more afraid.
When the Sword came back from sea;

Upon the deck a tall white maid
Sat on Lord Roland's knee;

His chin was pressed npon her head.

When the Sword came hack from sea! 66

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