4. And in turn we make you ours, we say — You and youth too, Eyes and mouth too, All the face composed of flowers, we say. 5. All's our own, to make the most of, Sweet Sing and say for, Watch and pray for, Keep a secret or go boast of, Sweet. 6. But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet, Though we prayed you, Paid you, brayed you Let all hope of grace beyond, lie there! 8. And while the face lies quiet there, Who shall wonder That I ponder A conclusion? I will try it there. 9. As, why must one, for the love forgone, Thunder-striking Earth, the heaven, we look above for, gone! 10. Why with beauty, needs there money be - Crush the fly-king In his gauze, because no honey bee? 11. May not liking be so simple-sweet, "Twould undo there All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet? 12. Is the creature too imperfect, say? Would you mend it And so end it? Since not all addition perfects aye! 13. Or is it of its kind, perhaps, Just perfection Whence, rejection Of a grace not to its mind, perhaps? 14. Shall we burn up, tread that face at once Into tinder, And so hinder Sparks from kindling all the place at once? 15. Or else kiss away one's soul on her? Your love-fancies! A sick man sees Truer, when his hot eyes roll on her! 16. Thus the craftsman thinks to grace the rose, Plucks a mould-flower For his gold flower, Uses fine things that efface the rose. 17. Rosy rubies make its cup more rose, Precious metals Ape the petals, Last, some old king locks it up, morose ! 18. Then, how grace a rose? I know a way! Leave it rather. Must you gather? Smell, kiss, wear it at last, throw away! "CHILDE ROLAND TO THE DARK TOWER CAME." (See Edgar's Song in "LEAR.") 1. My first thought was, he lied in every word, 2. What else should he be set for, with his staff? 3. If at his counsel I should turn aside Into that ominous tract which, all agree, "CHILDE ROLAND TO THE DARK TOWER CAME." 97 Hides the Dark Tower. Yet acquiescingly I did turn as he pointed; neither pride Nor hope rekindling at the end descried, So much as gladness that some end should be. 4. For, what with my whole world-wide wandering, With that obstreperous joy success would bring, - My heart made, finding failure in its scope. 5. As when a sick man very near to death Seems dead indeed, and feels begin and end 6. While some discuss if near the other graves He may not shame such tender love and stay. |