66 O, why was I born with a different face? "To be weak as a lamb and smooth as a dove, "I will humble my beauty: I will not dress fine ; She went out in morning, attired plain and neat ; She trembled and wept, sitting on the bed-side, With faces of scorn and with eyes of disdain, Like foul fiends inhabiting Mary's mild brain: She remembers no face like the human divine, All faces have envy, sweet Mary, but thine. And thine is a face of sweet love in despair, And thine is a face of mild sorrow and care, And thine is a face of wild terror and fear, That shall never be quiet till laid on its bier. THE CRYSTAL CABINET. THE HE Maiden caught me in the wild, She put me into her cabinet And lock'd me up with a golden key. This cabinet is form'd of gold And pearl and crystal shining bright, And within it opens into a world, And a little lovely moony night. Another England there I saw, Another London with its Tower, Another Thames and other hills, And another pleasant Surrey bower. Another maiden, like herself, Translucent, lovely, shining clear, Threefold each in the other closed; O what a pleasant trembling fear! O what a smile, a threefold smile, Fill'd me, that like a flame I burn'd; I bent to kiss the lovely maid And found a threefold kiss return'd. I strove to seize the inmost Form With ardour fierce and hands of flame, But burst the crystal cabinet, And like a weeping babe became— A weeping babe upon the wild And weeping woman pale reclined; And in the outward air again I fill'd with woes the passing wind. 66 "I THE GREY MONK. DIE, I die!" the Mother said, "My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless tyrant said ?" The Monk sat down on the stony bed. The blood red ran from the grey monk's side, Like to the roots of ancient trees. His eye was dry—no tear could flow, "When God commanded this hand to write |