Triumphal arches gleaming swell 15 His breast with thoughts of boundless sway : What recked the Roman what befell A paltry province far away, Within that province far away Went plodding home a weary boor : A streak of light before him lay, Fall'n through a half-shut stable door O strange indifference !—low and high One that shall thrill the world for ever! It is the calm and solemn night! A thousand bells ring out, and throw Their joyous peals abroad, and smite The darkness, charmed and holy now! The night that erst no name had worn, For in that stable lay new-born The peaceful Prince of Earth and Heaven, 20 25 30 35 40 45 50 A. DOMETT. 338 The year's at the spring, The hill-side 's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; All's right with the world! 339 R. BROWNING. Give her but a least excuse to love me! How can this arm establish her above me, If fortune fixed her as my lady there, There already, to eternally reprove me? ('Hist! —said Kate the queen; But Oh '-cried the maiden, binding her tresses, 'Tis only a page that carols unseen, Crumbling your hounds their messes ! ') Is she wronged ?-To the rescue of her honour, 10 Is she poor ?-What costs it to be styled a donor ? her! ('Nay, list!'-bade Kate the queen; And still cried the maiden, binding her tresses, 'Tis only a page that carols unseen, 'Fitting your hawks their jesses ! ') 340 R. BROWNING. THE LOST LEADER Just for a handful of silver he left us, 15 They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed: How all our copper had gone for his service! 6 Rags were they purple, his heart had been proud! 10 Wethat had loved him so, followed him,honoured him, Burns, Shelley, were with us,-they watch from their graves! He alone breaks from the van and the freemen, He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves! 16 We shall march prospering,-not thro' his presence; 30 Menace our heart ere we master his own; Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us, Pardoned in heaven, the first by the throne! R. BROWNING. 341 HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM ABROAD Oh, to be in England now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf And after April, when May follows, 4 And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops-at the bent spray's edge— That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, 12 16 Lest you should think he never could recapture 342 HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay; In the dimmest North-East distance, dawned Gibraltar grand and grey; 5 'Here and here did England help me how can I help England ? '—say, Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray, While Jove's planet rises yonder, silent over Africa. R. BROWNING. 343 MISCONCEPTIONS This is a spray the Bird clung to, 5 Was the poor spray's, which the flying feet hung to,— This is a heart the Queen leant on, Ere the true bosom she bent on, Oh, what a fancy ecstatic 10 Was the poor heart's, ere the wanderer went on--Love to be saved for it, proffered to, spent on! |