I wonder'd at the bounteous hours, I wonder'd, while I paced along: So variously seem'd all things wrought, And wherefore rather I made choice (1853) CXII THE DAY-DREAM PROLOGUE O, LADY FLORA, let me speak : As by the lattice you reclined, I went thro' many wayward moods Across my fancy, brooding warm, And loosely settled into form. Nor look with that too-earnest eye- THE SLEEPING PALACE I THE varying year with blade and sheaf Here rests the sap within the leaf, Here stays the blood along the veins. Faint shadows, vapours lightly curl'd, Faint murmurs from the meadows come, Like hints and echoes of the world To spirits folded in the womb. 2 Soft lustre bathes the range of urns Deep in the garden lake withdrawn. On the hall-hearths the festal fires, 3 Roof-haunting martins warm their More like a picture seemeth all That watch the sleepers from the wall. 4 Here sits the Butler with a flask Between his knees, half-drain'd; and there The wrinkled steward at his task, The maid-of-honour blooming fair: The page has caught her hand in his : Her lips are sever'd as to speak : His own are pouted to a kiss : The blush is fix'd upon her cheek. 5 Till all the hundred summers pass, The beams, that thro' the Oriel shine, 6 All round a hedge upshoots, and shows And grapes with bunches red as blood; 7 When will the hundred summers die, THE SLEEPING BEAUTY I YEAR after year unto her feet, The maiden's jet-black hair has grown, On either side her tranced form Forth streaming from a braid of pearl : The slumbrous light is rich and warm, And moves not on the rounded curl. 2 The silk star-broider'd coverlid Unto her limbs itself doth mould Languidly ever; and, amid Her full black ringlets downward roll d, Glows forth each softly-shadow'd arm With bracelets of the diamond bright: Her constant beauty doth inform Stillness with love, and day with light. 3 She sleeps her breathings are not heard In palace chambers far apart. The fragrant tresses are not stirr'd That lie upon her charmed heart. She sleeps on either hand upswells ALL precious things, discover'd late, 2 The bodies and the bones of those They perish'd in their daring deeds." This proverb flashes thro' his head, "The many fail: the one succeeds." 3 He comes, scarce knowing what he seeks : He breaks the hedge: he enters there : The colour flies into his cheeks: He trusts to light on something fair; For all his life the charm did talk About his path, and hover near With words of promise in his walk, And whisper'd voices at his ear. 4 More close and close his footsteps wind: His spirit flutters like a lark, He stoops-to kiss her-on his knee. "Love, if thy tresses be so dark, How dark those hidden eyes must be ! A TOUCH, a kiss! the charm was snapt. A breeze thro' all the garden swept, 2 The hedge broke in, the banner blew, The parrot scream'd, the peacock squall'd, 3 And last with these the king awoke, And yawn'd, and rubb'd his face, and spoke, 66 How say you? we have slept, my lords. My beard has grown into my lap." The barons swore, with many words, 'Twas but an after-dinner's nap. 66 4 Pardy," return'd the king, "but still In courteous words return'd reply : AND on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, |