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.

’Feel not after my clasping hand:  40
  I am but a shadow, come from the meadow
Where many lie, but no tree can stand.

’We are trees which have shed their leaves: 
  Our heads lie low there, but no tears flow there;
Only I grieve for my wife who grieves.

’I could rest if you would not moan
  Hour after hour; I have no power
To shut my ears where I lie alone.

’I could rest if you would not cry;
  But there’s no sleeping while you sit weeping—­ 50
Watching, weeping so bitterly.’—­

’Woe’s me! woe’s me! for this I have heard. 
  Oh night of sorrow!—­oh black to-morrow! 
Is it thus that you keep your word?

’O you who used so to shelter me
  Warm from the least wind—­why, now the east wind
Is warmer than you, whom I quake to see.

’O my husband of flesh and blood,
  For whom my mother I left, and brother,
And all I had, accounting it good, 60

’What do you do there, underground,
  In the dark hollow?  I’m fain to follow. 
What do you do there?—­what have you found?’—­

’What I do there I must not tell: 
  But I have plenty:  kind wife, content ye: 
It is well with us—­it is well.

’Tender hand hath made our nest;
  Our fear is ended, our hope is blended
With present pleasure, and we have rest.’—­

’Oh, but Robin, I’m fain to come, 70
  If your present days are so pleasant;
For my days are so wearisome.

’Yet I’ll dry my tears for your sake: 
  Why should I tease you, who cannot please you
Any more with the pains I take?’



I nursed it in my bosom while it lived,
  I hid it in my heart when it was dead;
In joy I sat alone, even so I grieved
    Alone and nothing said.

I shut the door to face the naked truth,
  I stood alone—­I faced the truth alone,
Stripped bare of self-regard or forms or ruth
    Till first and last were shown.

I took the perfect balances and weighed;
  No shaking of my hand disturbed the poise; 10
Weighed, found it wanting:  not a word I said,
    But silent made my choice.

None know the choice I made; I make it still. 
  None know the choice I made and broke my heart,
Breaking mine idol:  I have braced my will
    Once, chosen for once my part.

I broke it at a blow, I laid it cold,
  Crushed in my deep heart where it used to live. 
My heart dies inch by inch; the time grows old,
    Grows old in which I grieve. 20


I have a room whereinto no one enters
  Save I myself alone: 
  There sits a blessed memory on a throne,
There my life centres.

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