Now a step or two her way Is through space of open day, Now some gloomy nook partakes Some jealous and forbidding cell, And where no flower hath leave to dwell. The presence of this wandering Doe Fills many a damp obscure recess Comes she with a votary's task, Rite to perform, or boon to ask? Can she be grieved for quire or shrine, For what survives of house where God -- Or dormitory's length laid bare, - She sees a warrior carved in stone, Among the thick weeds, stretched alone A warrior, with his shield of pride Cleaving humbly to his side, And hands in resignation prest, Palm to palm, on his tranquil breast: Methinks she passeth by the sight, If she be doomed to inward care, Nor pace how light! spares to stoop her head, and taste The dewy turf with flowers bestrown; In quietness she lays her down; Sinks, when the summer breeze hath died, Against an anchored vessel's side; Even so, without distress, doth she Lie down in peace, and lovingly. The day is placid in its going, When now again the people rear A voice of praise, with awful cheer! And from the temple forth they throng- Of middle-aged, and old, and young, Turn, with obeisance gladly paid, Towards the spot, where, full in view, Her sabbath couch has made. It was a solitary mound; Which two spears' length of level ground Did from all other graves divide: As if in some respect of pride; Or melancholy's sickly mood, "Look, there she is, my Child! draw near; She fears not, wherefore should we fear? She means no harm;" - but still the Boy, To whom the words were softly said, Hung back, and smiled and blushed for joy, A shame-faced blush of glowing red! Again the Mother whispered low, "Now you have seen the famous Doe; From Rylstone she hath found her way Over the hills this sabbath-day; Her work, whate'er it be, is done, And she will depart when we are gone; This whisper soft repeats what he Had known from early infancy. Bright is the Creature as in dreams The Boy had seen her yea more bright; But is she truly what she seems ? He asks with insecure delight, Asks of himself. and doubts and still The doubt returns against his will: |