Example, but no meddling. See that hollow- Six picked-visaged, wan, bird-fingered wights All in their rough hair shirts, like hedgehogs starved- mother, And make them strong when weakest: So they settled: And starved and froze. Lew. Wal. Faith, that's true. snails, And dug and built, it seems. They have drawn a hamlet round; the slopes are blue Lew. I would speak to him— And learn his secret-We 'll await him here. Enter CONRAD. Con. Peace to you, reverend and war-worn knight, And you, fair youth, upon whose swarthy lip Blooms the rich promise of a noble manhood. Methinks, if simple monks may read your thoughts, Ye watch the labours of God's poor elect. Wal. Why-we were saying, how you cunning rooks Pitch as by instinct on the fattest fallows. Con. For He who feeds the ravens, promiseth Our bread and water sure, and leads us on Lew. In such a nook, now, To nestle from this noisy world Con. -And drop The burden of thyself upon the threshold. Lew. Think what rich dreams may haunt those lowly roofs ! Con. Rich dreams,—and more; their dreams will find fulfilment Their discipline breeds strength-'Tis we alone Can join the patience of the laboring ox Unto the eagle's foresight,—not a fancy Of ours, but grows in time to mighty deeds; Cast by for the next bauble! Lew. 'Tis too true! I dread no toil: toil is the true knight's pastime- To thee, cut off from life and love, whose powers What skill is there, to turn my faith to sight- Wal. And walk into the bog beneath your feet. Con. And change it to firm land by magic step! Build there cloud-cleaving spires, beneath whose shade Great cities rise for vassals; to call forth From plough and loom the rank unlettered hinds, With love, more mighty than the sword; what, Count? Can teach you somewhat there too. Lew. Be it so ; But love you have foresworn; and what were life Without that chivalry, which bends man's knees Before God's image and his glory, best Revealed in woman's beauty? Con. Ah! poor worldlings! Little you dream what maddening ecstasies, Where peerless Mary, sun-enthroned, reigns, Con. She hath her train : There thou may'st choose thy love: If world-wide lore Shall please thee, and the Cherub's glance of fire, Let Catharine lift thy soul, and rapt with her Question the mighty dead, until thou float If pity father passion in thee, hang And for her sake, and in her strength, go forth For some rich heart, as deep in love as weakness, Lew. I do, I do. I'd live And die for each and all the three. Con. Then go Entangled in the Magdalen's tresses lie; Wal. Ay, catch his fever, Sir, and learn to take Come tell him, monk, about your magic gardens, Where not a stringy head of kale is cut But breeds a vision or a revelation. Lew. Hush, hush, Count! Speak, strange monk, strange words, and waken Longings more strange than either. Con. Then, if proved, As I dare vouch thee, loyal in thy love, Even to the Queen herself thy saintlier soul At length may soar: perchance-Oh, bliss too great Receive some token-smile-or hallowing touch Of that white hand, beneath whose soft caress The raging world is smoothed, and runs its course Lew. That were a knightly quest. Con. Thou dost tempt me― Ay, here's true love. Love's heaven, without its hell; the golden fruit Did crust it o'er with filth and selfishness. |