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

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 186 pages of information about Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress, and Other Poems.

    In separate herds the deer
    Lie; here the bucks, and here
The does, and by its mother sleeps the fawn: 
Through all the hours of night until the dawn
    They sleep, forgetting fear.

    The hare sleeps where it lies,
    With wary half-closed eyes;
The cock has ceased to crow, the hen to cluck: 
Only the fox is out, some heedless duck
    Or chicken to surprise. 50

    Remote, each single star
    Comes out, till there they are
All shining brightly:  how the dews fall damp! 
While close at hand the glow-worm lights her lamp
    Or twinkles from afar.

    But evening now is done
    As much as if the sun
Day-giving had arisen in the East: 
For night has come; and the great calm has ceased,
    The quiet sands have run. 60


Pardon the faults in me,
  For the love of years ago: 
I must drift across the sea,
  I must sink into the snow,
    I must die.

You can bask in this sun,
  You can drink wine, and eat: 
I must gird myself and run, 10
  Though with unready feet: 
    I must die.

Blank sea to sail upon,
  Cold bed to sleep in: 
While you clasp, I must be gone
  For all your weeping: 
    I must die.

A kiss for one friend,
  And a word for two,—­ 20
A lock that you must send,
  A kindness you must do: 
    I must die.

Not a word for you,
  Not a lock or kiss,
We, one, must part in two;
  Verily death is this: 
    I must die. 30


  ‘A cup for hope!’ she said,
In springtime ere the bloom was old: 
The crimson wine was poor and cold
  By her mouth’s richer red.

  ‘A cup for love!’ how low,
How soft the words; and all the while
Her blush was rippling with a smile
  Like summer after snow.

  ‘A cup for memory!’
Cold cup that one must drain alone:  10
While autumn winds are up and moan
  Across the barren sea.

  Hope, memory, love: 
Hope for fair morn, and love for day,
And memory for the evening grey
  And solitary dove.


The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
  Was but a dream; and now I wake,
Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
  For a dream’s sake.

I hang my harp upon a tree,
  A weeping willow in a lake;
I hang my silent harp there, wrung and snapt
  For a dream’s sake.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
  My silent heart, lie still and break:  10
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
  For a dream’s sake.

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