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III.

Cold and clear-cut face, why come you so cruelly

meek,

Breaking a slumber in which all spleenful folly was

drown'd,

Pale with the golden beam of an eyelash dead on

the cheek,

Passionless, pale, cold face, star-sweet on a gloom

profound;

Womanlike, taking revenge too deep for a transient

wrong

Done but in thought to your beauty, and ever as

pale as before

Growing and fading and growing upon me without

a sound,

Luminous, gemlike, ghostlike, deathlike, half the

night long

Growing and fading and growing, till I could bear

it no more,

But arose, and all by myself in my own dark

garden ground, Listening now to the tide in its broad-flung ship

wrecking roar,

Now to the scream of a madden'd beach dragg'd

down by the wave, Walk'd in a wintry wind by a ghastly glimmer,

and found

The shining daffodil dead, and Orion low in his

grave.

IV.

1.

A MILLION emeralds break from the ruby-budded

lime

In the little grove where I sit-ah, wherefore

cannot I be

Like things of the season gay, like the bountiful

season bland,

When the far-off sail is blown by the breeze of a

softer clime,

Half-lost in the liquid azure bloom of a crescent

of sea,

The silent sapphire-spangled marriage ring of the

land ?

2.

Below me, there, is the village, and looks how

quiet and small !

And yet bubbles o’er like a city, with gossip,

scandal, and spite ;

And Jack on his ale-house bench has as many lies

as a Czar; And here on the landward side, by a red rock,

glimmers the Hall ; And up in the high Hall-garden I see her pass

like a light; But sorrow seize me if ever that light be my

leading star!

3.

When have I bow'd to her father, the wrinkled

head of the race ?

I met her to-day with her brother, but not to her

brother I bow'd ;

I bow'd to his lady-sister as she rode by on

the moor;

But the fire of a foolish pride flash'd over her

beautiful face.

O child, you wrong your beauty, believe it, in

being so proud;

Your father has wealth well-gotten, and I am

nameless and poor.

4.

I keep but a man and a maid, ever ready to slander

and steal ;

I know it, and smile a hard-set smile, like a stoic,

or like

A wiser epicurean, and let the world have its

way:

For nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher

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