But when the morrow came, she rose and took Where were you yesterday? What are you doing here?' So Dora cast her eyes upon the ground, And answer'd softly, 'This is William's child!' 'And did I not,' said Allan, 'did I not Forbid you, Dora?' Dora said again : 'Do with me as you will, but take the child, And bless him for the sake of him that's gone!' Got up betwixt you and the woman there. I must be taught my duty, and by you! So saying, he took the boy, that cried aloud And all the things that had been. She bow'd down 105 And wept in secret; and the reapers reap'd, And the sun fell, and all the land was dark. Then Dora went to Mary's house, and stood Upon the threshold. Mary saw the boy Was not with Dora. She broke out in praise So the women kiss'd Each other, and set out, and reach'd the farm. The door was off the latch: they peep'd, and saw And clapt him on the hands and on the cheeks, 130 Like one that loved him: and the lad stretch'd out And babbled for the golden seal, that hung From Allan's watch, and sparkled by the fire. Then they came in: but when the boy beheld 135 His mother, he cried out to come to her: 'O Father! if you let me call you so I never came a-begging for myself, Or William, or this child; but now I come For Dora take her back; she loves you well. 140 O Sir, when William died, he died at peace 145 Will make him hard, and he will learn to slight 150 His father's memory; and take Dora back, So Mary said, and Dora hid her face 'I have been to blame- to blame. I have kill'd my son. I have kill'd him - but I loved him my dear son. Kiss me, my children.' Then they clung about The old man's neck, and kiss'd him many times. So those four abode 155 160 165 (3) CHARACTER-PIECES CENONE THERE lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills. The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen, Stands up and takes the morning: but in front Troas and Ilion's column'd citadel, The crown of Troas. 5 ΙΟ Hither came at noon Mournful Enone, wandering forlorn 15 Of Paris, once her playmate on the hills. Her cheek had lost the rose, and round her neck Floated her hair or seem'd to float in rest. She, leaning on a fragment twined with vine, 'O mother Ida, many-fountain'd Ida, 20 25 Rests like a shadow, and the winds are dead. My eyes are full of tears, my heart of love, 'O mother Ida, many-fountain'd Ida, Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. 30 Hear me, O Earth, hear me, O Hills, O Caves 35 That house the cold crown'd snake! O mountain brooks, I am the daughter of a River-God, Hear me, for I will speak, and build up all My sorrow with my song, as yonder walls 'O mother Ida, many-fountain'd Ida, 40 45 And dewy-dark aloft the mountain pine: Beautiful Paris, evil-hearted Paris, Leading a jet-black goat white-horn'd, white-hooved, 50 Came up from reedy Simois all alone. 'O mother Ida, harken ere I die. Far-off the torrent call'd me from the cleft: Far up the solitary morning smote The streaks of virgin snow. With down-dropt eyes 55 I sat alone white-breasted like a star |