Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume I. eBook

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“The boy,” saith he, “hath got his own,
  But sore has been the fight,
For ere his life began the strife
  That ceased but yesternight;
For the will,” he said, “the kinsfolk read,
  And read it not aright.

“His cause was argued in the court
  Before his christening day,
And counsel was heard, and judge demurred,
  And bitter waxed the fray;
Brother with brother spake no word
  When they met in the way.

“Against each one did each contend,
  And all against the heir. 
I would not bend, for I knew the end—­
  I have it for my share,
And nought repent, though my first friend
  From henceforth I must spare.

“Manor and moor and farm and wold
  Their greed begrudged him sore,
And parchments old with passionate hold
  They guarded heretofore;
And they carped at signature and seal,
  But they may carp no more.

“An old affront will stir the heart
  Through years of rankling pain,
And I feel the fret that urged me yet
  That warfare to maintain;
For an enemy’s loss may well be set
  Above an infant’s gain.

“An enemy’s loss I go to prove,
  Laugh out, thou little heir! 
Laugh in his face who vowed to chase
  Thee from thy birthright fair;
For I come to set thee in thy place: 
  Laugh out, and do not spare.”

A man of strife, in wrathful mood
  He neared the nurse’s door;
With poplar-leaves the roof and eaves
  Were thickly scattered o’er,
And yellow as they a sunbeam lay
  Along the cottage floor.

“Sleep on, thou pretty, pretty lamb,”
  He hears the fond nurse say;
“And if angels stand at thy right hand,
  As now belike they may,
And if angels meet at thy bed’s feet,
  I fear them not this day.

“Come wealth, come want to thee, dear heart,
  It was all one to me,
For thy pretty tongue far sweeter rung
  Than coined gold and fee;
And ever the while thy waking smile
  It was right fair to see.

“Sleep, pretty bairn, and never know
  Who grudged and who transgressed: 
Thee to retain I was full fain,
  But God, He knoweth best! 
And His peace upon thy brow lies plain
  As the sunshine on thy breast!”

The man of strife, he enters in,
  Looks, and his pride doth cease;
Anger and sorrow shall be to-morrow
  Trouble, and no release;
But the babe whose life awoke the strife
  Hath entered into peace.





I saw in a vision once, our mother-sphere
  The world, her fixed foredoomed oval tracing,
Rolling and rolling on and resting never,
  While like a phantom fell, behind her pacing
The unfurled flag of night, her shadow drear
  Fled as she fled and hung to her forever.

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