Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress, and Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 139 pages of information about Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress, and Other Poems.

AT HOME

When I was dead, my spirit turned
  To seek the much-frequented house: 
I passed the door, and saw my friends
  Feasting beneath green orange boughs;
From hand to hand they pushed the wine,
  They sucked the pulp of plum and peach;
They sang, they jested, and they laughed,
  For each was loved of each.

I listened to their honest chat: 
  Said one:  ’To-morrow we shall be 10
Plod plod along the featureless sands,
  And coasting miles and miles of sea.’ 
Said one:  ’Before the turn of tide
  We will achieve the eyrie-seat.’ 
Said one:  ’To-morrow shall be like
  To-day, but much more sweet.’

‘To-morrow,’ said they, strong with hope,
  And dwelt upon the pleasant way: 
‘To-morrow,’ cried they, one and all,
  While no one spoke of yesterday. 20
Their life stood full at blessed noon;
  I, only I, had passed away: 
‘To-morrow and to-day,’ they cried;
  I was of yesterday.

I shivered comfortless, but cast
  No chill across the tablecloth;
I, all-forgotten, shivered, sad
  To stay, and yet to part how loth: 
I passed from the familiar room,
  I who from love had passed away, 30
Like the remembrance of a guest
  That tarrieth but a day.

A TRIAD

Sonnet

Three sang of love together:  one with lips
  Crimson, with cheeks and bosom in a glow,
Flushed to the yellow hair and finger-tips;
  And one there sang who soft and smooth as snow
  Bloomed like a tinted hyacinth at a show;
And one was blue with famine after love,
  Who like a harpstring snapped rang harsh and low
The burden of what those were singing of. 
One shamed herself in love; one temperately
  Grew gross in soulless love, a sluggish wife;
One famished died for love.  Thus two of three
  Took death for love and won him after strife;
One droned in sweetness like a fattened bee: 
  All on the threshold, yet all short of life.

LOVE FROM THE NORTH

I had a love in soft south land,
  Beloved through April far in May;
He waited on my lightest breath,
  And never dared to say me nay.

He saddened if my cheer was sad,
  But gay he grew if I was gay;
We never differed on a hair,
  My yes his yes, my nay his nay.

The wedding hour was come, the aisles
  Were flushed with sun and flowers that day; 10
I pacing balanced in my thoughts: 
  ’It’s quite too late to think of nay.’—­

My bridegroom answered in his turn,
  Myself had almost answered ‘yea:’ 
When through the flashing nave I heard
  A struggle and resounding ‘nay.’

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