Worst of the worst were that man he that reigns! The mockery of my people, and their bane." He paused, and in the pause she crept an inch Then waiting by the doors the war horse neigh'd 46 Yet think not that I come to urge thy crimes, I did not come to curse thee, Guinevere, I, whose vast pity almost makes me die To see thee, laying there thy golden head, The wrath which forced my thoughts on that fierce law, (When first I learned thee hidden here) is past, The pang-which while I weigh'd thy heart with one Made my tears burn-is also past—in part. Forgives: do thou for thine own soul the rest. But Lancelot's: nay, they never were the King's. I cannot take thy hand; that too is flesh, And in the flesh thou hast sinn'd; and mine own flesh, Here looking down on thine polluted, cries 'I loathe thee:' yet not less, O Guinevere, For I was ever virgin save for thee, My love thro' flesh hath wrought into my life Nor Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, TO ALFRED TENNYSON. MY GRANDSON. GOLDEN-HAIR'D Ally whose name is one with mine, Laugh, for the name at the head of my verse is thine. RIZPAH. 17-. WAILING, wailing, wailing, the wind over land and sea— For the downs are as bright as day, and the full moon stares at the snow. II. We should be seen, my dear; they would spy us out of the town. The loud black nights for us, and the storm rushing over the down, When I cannot see my own hand, but am led by the creak of the chain, And grovel and grope for my son till I find myself drenched with the rain. III. Any thing fallen again? nay-what was there left to fall? I have taken them home, I have number'd the bones, I have hidden them all. What am I saying? and what are you? do you come as a spy? Falls? what falls? who knows? As the tree falls so must it lie. IV. Who let her in? how long has she been? you-what have you heard? Why did you sit so quiet? you never have spoken a word. O-to pray with me-yes-a lady-none of their spiesBut the night has crept into my heart, and begun to darken my eyes. V. Ah-you, that have lived so soft, what should you know of the night, The blast and the burning shame and the bitter frost and the fright? I have done it, while you were asleep-you were only made for the day. I have gathered my baby together-and now you may go your way. VI. Nay-for it's kind of you, Madam, to sit by an old dying wife. But say nothing hard of my boy, I have only an hour of life. I kissed my boy in the prison, before he went out to die. 44 They dared me to do it," he said, and he never has told me a lie. I whipt him for robbing an orchard once when he was but a child The farmer dared me to do it," he said; he was always so wild And idle-and couldn't be idle-my Willy-he never could rest. The king should have made him a soldier, he would have been one of his best. VII. But he lived with a lot of wild mates, and they never would let him be good; They swore that he dare not rob the mail, and he swore that he would; And he took no life, but he took one purse, and when all was done He flung it among his fellows-I'll none of it, said my son. VIII. I came into the court to the Judge and the lawyers. I told them my tale, God's own truth-but they kill'd him, they kill'd him for robbing the mail. They hang'd him in chains for a show-we had always borne a good name To be hang'd for a thief-and then put away-isn't that enough shame ? Dust to dust-low down-let us hide! but they set him so high That all the ships of the world could stare at him, passing by. God'll pardon the hell-black raven and horrible fowls of the air, But not the black heart of the lawyer who kill'd him and hang'd him there. IX. And the jailer forced me away. bye; I had bid him my last good They had fastened the door of his cell. "O mother!" I heard him cry. I couldn't get back tho' I tried, he had something further to say, And now I never shall know it. The jailer forced me away. X. Then since I couldn't but hear that cry of my boy that was dead, They seized me and shut me up: they fasten'd me down on my bed. "Mother, O mother!" he call'd in the dark to me year after year They beat me for that, they beat me--you know that I couldn't but hear; And then at the last they found I had grown so stupid and still They let me abroad again-but the creatures had worked their will. XI. Flesh of my flesh was gone, but bone of my bone was leftI stole them all from the lawyers--and you, will you call it a theft? My baby, the bones that had suck'd me, the bones that had laughed and had cried- Theirs? O no! they are mine-not theirs--they had moved in my side. XII. Do you think I was scared by the bones? I kiss'd 'em, I buried 'em all- I can't dig deep, I am old-in the night by the churchyard wall, My Willy'll rise up whole when the trumpet of judgment'll sound, But I charge you never to say that I laid him in holy ground. XIII. They would scratch him up--they would hang him again on the cursed tree. Sin? O yes-we are sinners, I know--let all that be, And read me a Bible verse of the Lord's good-will toward men- "Full of compassion and mercy, the Lord "--let me hear it again; "Full of compassion and mercy-long suffering." Yes, O yes! For the lawyer is born but to murder--the Saviour lives but to bless. He'll never put on the black cap except for the worst of the worst, And the first may be last I have heard it in church-and the last may be first. Suffering--O long-suffering--yes, as the Lord must know, Year after year in the mist and the wind and the shower and the snow. XIV. Heard, have you? what? they have told you he never repented his sin. How do they know it? are they his mother? are you of his kin? Heard! have you ever heard, when the storm on the downs began? The wind that'll wail like a child, and the sea that'll moan like a man? XV. Election, Election, and Reprobation-it's all very well. But I go to-night to my boy, and I shall not find him in Hell. |