The Sleeping Palace. The Arrival The Revival 89. Sir Lancelot and Queen Guinevere 93. "Come not, when I am Dead' 2 When my passion seeks Smiling, never speaks: So innocent-arch, so cunning-simple, Glancing with black-beaded eyes, 3 Prythee weep, May Lilian ! EYES not down-dropt nor over-bright, but fed Revered Isabel, the crown and head, Of perfect wifehood and pure lowlihead. 2 The intuitive decision of a bright And thorough-edged intellect to part Error from crime; a prudence to withhold; A hate of gossip parlance, and of sway, 3 The mellow'd reflex of a winter moon; With swifter movement and in purer light The vexed eddies of its wayward brother: A leaning and upbearing parasite, Clothing the stem, which else had fallen quite, With cluster'd flower-bells and ambrosial orbs Of rich fruit-bunches leaning on each otherShadow forth thee :-the world hath not another (Though all her fairest forms are types of thee, And thou of God in thy great charity) Of such a finish'd chasten'd purity. IV MARIANA "Mariana in the moated grange." Measure for Measure. WITH blackest moss the flower-plots Were thickly crusted, one and all: That held the peach to the garden-wall. 1 Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. |