Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad
Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.
And all I remember is, friends flocking round
As I sate with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground, And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide Her blood-hounds thro' the country-side, Breathed hot and instant on my trace,— I made six days a hiding-place
Of that dry green old aqueduct
Where I and Charles, when boys, have plucked The fire-flies from the roof above,
Bright creeping thro' the moss they love.
-How long it seems since Charles was lost!
Six days the soldiers crossed and crossed
The country in my very sight;
And when that peril ceased at night, The sky broke out in red dismay
With signal-fires; well, there I lay
Close covered o'er in my recess, Up to the neck in ferns and cress, Thinking on Metternich our friend, And Charles's miserable end,
And much beside, two days; the third, Hunger o'ercame me when I heard The peasants from the village go To work among the maize; you know, With us, in Lombardy, they bring Provisions packed on mules, a string With little bells that cheer their task, And casks, and boughs on every cask To keep the sun's heat from the wine; These I let pass in jingling line, And, close on them, dear noisy crew, The peasants from the village, too; For at the very rear would troop Their wives and sisters in a group To help, I knew; when these had passed, I threw my glove to strike the last, Taking the chance: she did not start, Much less cry out, but stooped apart One instant, rapidly glanced round, And saw me beckon from the ground: A wild bush grows and hides my crypt; She picked my glove up while she stripped A branch off, then rejoined the rest With that; my glove lay in her breast: Then I drew breath: they disappeared : It was for Italy I feared.
An hour, and she returned alone Exactly where my glove was thrown.
Meanwhile came many thoughts; on me Rested the hopes of Italy;
I had devised a certain tale
Which, when 'twas told her, could not fail Persuade a peasant of its truth;
I meant to call a freak of youth This hiding, and give hopes of pay,
And no temptation to betray.
But when I saw that woman's face, Its calm simplicity of grace, Our Italy's own attitude
In which she walked thus far, and stood, Planting each naked foot so firm,
To crush the snake and spare the worm- At first sight of her eyes, I said, "I am that man upon whose head They fix the price, because I hate The Austrians over us: the State Will give you gold-oh, gold so much, If you betray me to their clutch! And be your death, for aught I know, If once they find you saved their foe. Now, you must bring me food and drink, And also paper, pen, and ink,
And carry safe what I shall write
To Padua, which you'll reach at night Before the Duomo shuts; go in, And wait till Tenebræ begin; Walk to the third confessional, Between the pillar and the wall,
And kneeling whisper, Whence comes peace? Say it a second time, then cease; And if the voice inside returns,
From Christ and Freedom; what concerns The cause of Peace ?-for answer, slip My letter where you placed your lip; Then come back happy we have done Our mother service-I, the son, As you the daughter of our land!"
Three mornings more, she took her stand In the same place, with the same eyes : I was no surer of sunrise
Than of her coming; we conferred Of her own prospects, and I heard She had a lover-stout and tall, She said then let her eyelids fall, "He could do much "-as if some doubt Entered her heart,-then, passing out, "She could not speak for others-who Had other thoughts; herself she knew:" And so she brought me drink and food. After four days, the scouts pursued Another path: at last arrived
The help my Paduan friends contrived To furnish me: she brought the news: For the first time I could not choose But kiss her hand and lay my own Upon her head-"This faith was shown To Italy, our mother ;-she
Uses my hand and blesses thee!'
She followed down to the sea-shore; I left and never saw her more.
How very long since I have thought oncerning-much less wished for-aught
Beside the good of Italy
For which I live and mean to die!
I never was in love; and since
Charles proved false, nothing could convince My inmost heart I had a friend. However, if I pleased to spend Real wishes on myself-say, three-
I know at least what one should be ; I would grasp Metternich until
I felt his red wet throat distil
In blood thro' these two hands: and next, --Nor much for that am I perplexed- Charles, perjured traitor, for his part, Should die slow of a broken heart Under his new employers: last
-Ah, there, what should I wish? For fast Do I grow old and out of strength. - If I resolved to seek at length My father's house again, how scared They all would look, and unprepared! My brothers live in Austria's pay -Disowned me long ago, men say; And all my early mates who used To praise me so-perhaps induced More than one early step of mine- Are turning wise; while some opine "Freedom grows License," some suspect "Haste breeds Delay," and recollect They always said, such premature Beginnings never could endure ! So, with a sullen "All's for best," The land seems settling to its rest. I think, then, I should wish to stand
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