"From when she gamboll'd on the greens, A baby-germ, to when The maiden blossoms of her teens Could number five from ten. "I swear, by leaf, and wind, and rain "Yet, since I first could cast a shade, "For as to fairies, that will fit Oh, hide thy knotted knees in fern, And from thy topmost branch discern But thou, whereon I carved her name, "O yesterday, you know, the fair "And with him Albert came on his. I look'd at him with joy : As cowslip unto oxlip is, So seems she to the boy. "An hour had past—and, sitting straight Within the low-wheel'd chaise, Her mother trundled to the gate Behind the dappled grays. "But, as for her, she stay'd1 at home, And down the way you use to come, "She left the novel half-uncut She could not please herself. "Then ran she, gamesome as the colt, And livelier than a lark She sent her voice thro' all the holt "A light wind chased her on the wing, As close as might be would he cling "But light as any wind that blows So fleetly did she stir, The flower she touch'd on dipt and rose, And turn'd to look at her. "And here she came, and round me play'd, And sang to me the whole Of those three stanzas that About my 'giant bole'; you "And in a fit of frolic mirth made "I wish'd myself the fair young beech "Yet seem'd the pressure thrice as sweet Or when I feel about my feet The berried briony fold." 1 All editions previous to 1853 have staid. O muffle round thy knees with fern, And shadow Sumner-chace! But tell me, did she read the name When last with throbbing heart I came "O yes, she wander'd round and round And found, and kiss'd the name she found, "A teardrop trembled from its source, My sense of touch is something coarse, "Then flush'd her cheek with rosy light, "Her kisses were so close and kind, That, trust me on my word, Hard wood I am, and wrinkled rind, "And even into my inmost ring A pleasure I discern'd Like those blind motions of the Spring, "Thrice-happy he that may caress "I, rooted here among the groves, But languidly adjust My vapid vegetable loves 1 With anthers and with dust: The phrase is Marvell's. Cf. To kit Coy Mistress (a favourite poem of Tennyson's), "my vegetable loves should grow". "For, ah! my friend, the days were brief1 Whereof the poets talk, When that, which breathes within the leaf, "But could I, as in times foregone, "She had not found me so remiss; I would have paid her kiss for kiss O flourish high, with leafy towers, Pursue thy loves among the bowers, O flourish, hidden deep in fern, A thousand thanks for what I learn "'Tis little more: the day was warm; At last, tired out with play, She sank her head upon her arm, And at my feet she lay. "Her eyelids dropp'd their silken eaves. I breathed upon her eyes Thro' all the summer of my leaves A welcome mix'd with sighs. I took the swarming sound of life— "Sometimes I let a sunbeam slip, 1 1842 to 1850. "For, ah! the Dryad-days were brief. "A third would glimmer on her neck To make the necklace shine ; Another slid, a sunny fleck, From head to ancle fine. "Then close and dark my arms I spread, "But in a pet she started up, "And yet it was a graceful gift— As when I see the woodman lift "I shook him down because he was The finest on the tree. He lies beside thee on the grass. "O kiss him twice and thrice for me, For never yet was oak on lea Step deeper yet in herb and fern, This fruit of thine by Love is blest, Where fairer fruit of Love may rest I kiss it twice, I kiss it thrice, The warmth it thence shall win To riper life may magnetise The baby-oak within. |