My Beautiful Lady. Nelly Dale | Page 4

misuse;
I love none but My Lady's name;?Maud, Grace, Rose, Marian, all the same,
Are harsh, or blank and tame.
My Lady walks as I have seen a swan?Swim where a glory on the water shone:
There ends of willow branches ride,?Quivering in the flowing tide,
By the deep river's side.
Fresh beauties, howsoe'er she moves, are stirred:?As the sunned bosom of a humming bird
At each pant lifts some fiery hue,?Fierce gold, bewildering green or blue;
The same, yet ever new.
What time she walks beneath the flowering May,?Quite sure am I the scented blossoms say,
"O Lady with the sunlit hair!?Stay and drink our odorous air,
The incense that we bear:
"Thy beauty, Lady, we would ever shade;?For near to thee, our sweetness might not fade."
And could the trees be broken-hearted,?The green sap surely must have smarted,
When my Lady parted.
How beautiful she is! A glorious gem?She shines above the summer diadem
Of flowers! And when her light is seen?Among them, all in reverence lean
To her, their tending Queen.
A man so poor that want assaults his health,?Blessed with relief one morn in boundless wealth,
Breathes no such joy as mine, when she?Stands statelier, expecting me,
Than tall white lilies be:
And the white flutter of her robe to trace,?Where clematis and jasmine interlace,
Expands my gaze triumphantly:?Even such his gaze, who sees on high
His flag, for victory.
We wander forth unconsciously, because?The azure beauty of the evening draws;
When sober hues pervade the ground,?And universal life is drowned
Into hushed depths of sound.
We thread a copse where frequent bramble spray?With loose obtrusion from the side roots stray,
And force sweet pauses on our walk;?I lift one with my foot, and talk
About its leaves and stalk.
Or maybe that some thorn or prickly stem?Will take a prisoner her long garments' hem;
To disentangle it I kneel,?Oft wounding more than I can heal;
It makes her laugh, my zeal.
Or on before a thin-legged robin hops,?And leaping on a twig, he pertly stops,
Speaking a few clear notes, till nigh?We draw, when briskly he will fly
Into a bush close by.
A flock of goldfinches arrest their flight,?And wheeling round a birchen tree alight
Deep in its glittering leaves; and stay?Till scared at our approach, when they
Strike with vexed trills away.
I recollect My Lady in the wood,?Keeping her breath, while peering as she stood
There, balanced lightly on tiptoe,?To mark a nest built snug below,
Leaves shadowing her brow.
I recollect her puzzled, asking me,?What that strange tapping in the wood might be?
I told of gourmand thrushes, which,?To feast on morsels oosy rich,
Cracked poor snails' curling niche.
And then, as knight led captive, in romance,?Through postern and dark passage, past grim glance
Of arms; where from throned state the dame?He loved, in sumptuous blushes came
To him held dumb for shame:
Even so my spirit passed, and won, through fears?That trembled nigh despair; through foolish tears,
And hope fallen weak in breathless flight,?Where beamed in pure entrancing light
Love's beauty on my sight.
For when we reached a hollow, where the stone?And scattered fragments of the shells lay strown,
By margin of a weedy rill;?"This air," she said, "feels damp and chill,
We'll go home if you will."
"Make not my pathway dull so soon," I cried;?"See how yon clouds of rosy eventide
Roll out their splendour: while the breeze?Shifts gold from leaf to leaf, as these
Lithe saplings move at ease!"
Grateful, in her deep silence, one loud thrush?Startled the air with song; then every bush
Of covert songsters all awoke,?And all, as to their leader's stroke,
Into full chorus broke.
A lonely wind sighed up the pines, and sung?Of woes long past, forgot. My spirit hung
O'er awful gulfs: and loathly dread?So bitter was I wished me dead,
And from a great void said;
"Wait till its glory fade; the sun but burned?To light your loveliness!" The Lady turned
To me, flushed by its lingering rays,?Mute as a star. My frantic praise
Fixed wide her brightened gaze:
When, rapt in resolution, I told all?The mighty love I bore her; how would pall
My very breath of life, if she?For ever breathed not hers with me:--
Could I a spirit be,
How, vainly hoping to enrich her grace,?What gems and wonders would I snatch from space;
Would back through the vague distance beat,?Glowing with joy her smile to meet,
And heap them round her feet!
Her waist shook to my arm. She bowed her head?To mine in silence, and my fears had fled:
(Just then we heard a tolling bell.)?Ah no; it is not right to tell;
But I remember well
How dear the pressure of her warm young breast?Against my own, her home; how proud and blessed
I stood and felt her trickling tears,?While proudly murmuring in her ears
The hope of distant years.
The rest I keep: a holy charm, a source?Of secret strength and comfort on my course.
Her glory left my pathway bright;?And stars on stars throughout the night
Came blooming into light.
II. DAWN.
O lily with the heavenly sun
Shining upon thy breast!?My scattered passions toward thee run,
And poise to awful rest.
The darkness of our universe
Smothered my soul in night;?Thy glory shone; whereat the curse
Passed