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Crash'd in the shingle: and the whirling

rout Led by those two rush'd into dance, and

fled Wind-footed to the steeple in the woods, Till they were swallow'd in the leafy

bowers, And I stood sole beside the vacant bier.

Surely, but for a whisper, "Go not yet,' Some warning sent divinely — as it

seem'd By that which follow'd - but of this I

deem As of the visions that he told - the event Glanced back upon them in his after

life, And partly made them - tho' he knew it

not.

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IV.

THE GOLDEN SUPPER.1

(Another speaks.) He flies the event: he leaves the event

to me: Poor Julian -- how he rush'd away; the

bells, Those marriage-bells, echoing in ear and

heart But cast a parting glance at me, you saw, As who should say, “Continue.' Well

he had One golden hour — of triumph shall I

say? Solace at least - before he left his home.

And thus he stay'd and would not look

at her No not for months: but, when the

eleventh moon After their marriage lit the lover's Bay, Heard yet once more the tolling bell, and

said, Would you could toll me out of life, but

found All softly as his mother broke it to bimA crueller reason than a crazy ear, For that low knell tolling his lady dead – Dead -- and had lain three days without

a pulse: All that look'd on her had pronounced

her dead. And so they bore her (for in Julian's

land They never nail a dumb head up in

elm), Bure her free-faced to the free airs of

heaven, And laid her in the vault of her own

kin.

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Would you had seen him in that hour

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Whether they were his lady's marriage

bells, Or prophets of them in his fantasy, I never ask'd: but Lionel and the girl Were wedded, and our Julian came again Back to his mother's house among the

pines. But these, their gloom, the mountains

and the Bay, The whole land weigh'd him down as

Ætna does The Giant of Mythology: he would go, Would leave the land for ever, and had

'This, 1

What did he then? not die: he is here

and hale Not plunge headforemost from the moun.

tain there, And leave the name of Lover's Leap:

not he: He knew the meaning of the whisper

now, Thought that he knew it.

stay'd for this; O love, I have not seen you for so long. Now, now, will I go down into the grave, I will be all alone with all I love, And kiss her on the lips. She is his no The dead returns to me, and I go To kiss the dead.'

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1 This poem is founded upon a story in Boccaccio. See Introduction, p. 467.

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The fancy stirr'd him so To pulse with such a vehemence that it He rose and went, and entering the dim

drown'd vault,

The feebler motion underneath his hand. And, making there a sudden light, beheld But when at last his doubts were satisfied, All round about him that which all will He raised her softly from the sepulchre, be.

And, wrapping her all over with the cloak The light was but a flash, and went again. He came in, and now striding fast, and Then at the far end of the vault he saw His lady with the moonlight on her face; Sitting awhile to rest, but evermore Her breast as in a shadow-prison, bars Holding his golden burthen in his arms, Or black and bands of silver, which the So bore her thro' the solitary land

Back to the mother's house where she Struck from an open grating overhead

was born. High in the wall, and all the rest of her Drown'd in the gloom and horror of the There the good mother's kindly minisvault.

tering,

With half a night's appliances, recall’d * It was my wish,' he said, 'to pass, to Her fluttering life: she raised an eye that sleep,

ask'd To rest, to be with her

till the great

Where?' till the things familiar to her day

youth Peal'd on us with that music which rights Had made a silent answer : then she spoke all,

• Here! and how came I here?' and And raised us hand in hand.' And

learning. it kneeling there

(They told her somewhat rashly as I Down in the dreadful dust that once was

think) man,

At once began to wander and to wail, Dust, as he said, that once was loving 'Ay, but you know that you must give hearts,

me back: Hearts that had beat with such a love as Send ! bid him come;' but Lionel was mine

away Not such as mine, no, nor for such as Stung by his loss had vanish'd, none her

knew where. He softly put his arm about her neck 'He casts me out,' she wept, 'and goes' And kiss'd her more than once, till help

- a wail less death

That seeming something, yet was nothing, And silence made him bold — nay, but I

born wrong him,

Not from believing mind, but shatter'd He reverenced his dear lady even in

nerve, death;

Yet haunting Julian, as her own reproof But, placing his true hand upon her At some precipitance in her burial. heart,

Then, when her own true spirit had O, you warm heart,' he moan'd, not

return'd, even death

Oh yes, and you,' she said, “and none Can chill you all at once:' then starting,

but you? thought

For you have given me life and love His dreams had come again. “Do I

again, wake or sleep?

And none but you yourself shall tell him Or am I made immortal, or my love

of it, Mortal once more ?' It beat - the heart And you shall give me back when he it beat :

returns. Faint - but it beat: at which his own *Stay then a little,' answer'd Julian, began

here,

And keep yourself, none knowing, to

yourself; And I will do your will. I may not stay, No, not an hour; but send me notice of

him When he returns, and then will I return, And I will make a solemn offering of you To him you love.' And faintly she

replied, And I will do your will, and none shall

know.'

Found that the sudden wail his lady

made Dwelt in his fancy: did he know her

worth, Her beauty even? should he not be

taught, Ev'n by the price that others set upon it, The value of that jewel he had to guard?

Suddenly came her notice and we past, I with our lover to his native Bay.

Not know? with such a secret to be

known. But all their house was old and loved

them both, And all the house had known the loves

of both; Had died almost to serve them any way, And all the land was waste and solitary : And then he rode away; but after this, An hour or two, Camilla's travail came Upon her, and that day a boy was born, Heir of his face and land, to Lionel.

This love is of the brain, the mind, the

soul : That makes the sequel pure; tho' some

of us Beginning at the sequel know no more. Not such am I: and yet I say the bird That will not hear my call, however

sweet, But if my neighbour whistle answers

him What matter? there are others in the

wood. Yet when I saw her (and I thought him

crazed, Tho' not with such a craziness as needs A cell and keeper), those dark eyes of Oh! such dark eyes! and not her eyes

alone, But all from these to where she touch'd

on earth, For such a craziness as Julian's look'd No less than one divine apology.

hers

And thus our lonely lover rode away, And pausing at a hostel in a marsh, There fever seized upon him: myself was

then Travelling that land, and meant to rest

an hour; And sitting down to such a base repast, It makes me angry yet to speak of it I heard a groaning overhead, and climb'd The moulder'd stairs (for everything was

vile) And in a loft, with none to wait on him, Found, as it seem'l, a skeleton alone, Raving of dead men's dust and beating

hearts.

A dismal hostel in a dismal land, A flat malarian world of reed and rush ! But there from fever and my care of

him Sprang up a friendship that may help us

yet. For while we roam'd along the dreary

coast, And waited for her message, piece by

piece I learni the drearier story of his life; And, tho' he loved and honour'd Lionel,

So sweetly and so modestly she came To greet us, her young hero in her arms! •Kiss him,' she said. *You gave me life

again. He, but for you, had never seen it once. His other father you! Kiss him, and

then Forgive him, if his name be Julian too.' Talk of lost hopes and broken heart!

his own Sent such a flame into his face, I knew Some sudden vivid pleasure hit him

there. But he was all the more resolved to go, And sent at once to Lionel, praying him

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By that great love they both had borne

the dead, To come and revel for one hour with him Before he left the land for evermore; And then to friends — they were not

many — who lived Scatteringly about that lonely land of

his, And bade them to a banquet of farewells. And Julian made a solemn feast: I

never Sat at a costlier; for all round his hall From column on to column, as in a

wood, Not such as here - an equatorial one, Great garlands swung and blossom’d;

and beneath, Heirlooms, and ancient miracles of Art, Chalice and salver, wines that, Heaven

knows when, Had suck'd the fire of some forgotten

sun, And kept it thro' a hundred years of

gloom, Yet glowing in a heart of ruby -- cups Where nymph and god ran ever round in

goldOthers of glass as costly — some with

gems Movable and resettable at will, And trebling all the rest in value — Ah

heavens! Why need I tell you all? — suffice to say That whatsoever such a house as his, And his was old, has in it rare or fair Was brought before the guest : and they,

the guests, Wonder'd at some strange light in Julian's

eyes (I told you that he had his golden hour), And such a feast, ill-suited as it seem'd To such a time, to Lionel's loss and his And that resolved self-exile from a land He never would revisit, such a feast So rich, so strange, and stranger ev'n

than rich, But rich as for the nuptials of a king. And stranger yet, at one end of the

hall Two great funereal curtains, looping

down,

• There is a custom in the Orient,

friends I read of it in Persia -- when a man Will honour those who feast with him,

he brings And shows them whatsoever he accounts Of all his treasures the most beautiful, Gold, jewels, arms, whatever it may be. This custom

Pausing here a moment, all The guests broke in upon him with

meeting hands And cries about the banquet - Beautiful ! Who could desire more beauty at a feast?'

The lover answer'd, “There is more The beauty that is dearest to his heart"O my heart's lord, would I could show

than one Here sitting who desires it. Laud me not Before my time, but hear me to the close. This custom steps yet further when the

guest Is loved and honour'd to the uttermost. For after he hath shown him gems or

gold, He brings and sets before him in rich

guise That which is thrice as beautiful as these.

you," he says, “Ev'n my heart too.” And I propose

to-night To show you what is dearest to my heart, And my heart too.

. But solve me first a doubt. I knew a man, nor many years ago; He had a faithful servant, one who loved His master more than all on earth beside. He falling sick, and seeming close on

death, His master would not wait until he died, But bade his menials bear him from the

door, And leave him in the public way to die. I knew another, not so long ago, Who found the dying servant, took him

home, And fed, and cherish'd him, and saved

his life. I ask you now, should this first master

claim His service, whom does it belong to? him Who thrust him out, or him who saved

his life?'

Then Julian made a secret sign to me To bring Camilla down before them all

. And crossing her own picture as she came, And looking as much lovelier as herself Is lovelier than all others -- on her head A diamond circlet, and from under this A veil, that seemed no more than gilded

air, Flying by each fine ear, an Eastern gauze With seeds of gold -- so, with that grace

of hers, Slow-moving as a wave against the win! That flings a mist behind it in the sun And bearing high in arms the mighty

babe, The younger Julian, who himself wa

crown'd With roses, none so rosy as himselfAnd over all her babe and her the jewels Of many generations of his house Sparkled and fash'd, for he had decked

them out As for a solemn sacrifice of love So she came in:-1 am long in telling it, I never yet beheld a thing so strange, Sad, sweet, and strange together-- floated

in While all the guests in mute amazement

rose

This question, so flung down before

the guests, And balanced either way by each, at

length When some were doubtful how the law

would hold, Was handed over by consent of all To one who had not spoken, Lionel.

And slowly pacing to the middle hall, Before the board, there paused and stood,

her breast Hard-heaving, and her eyes upon her feet, Not daring yet to glance at Lionel. But him she carried, him nor lights nor

feast Dazed or amazed, nor eyes of men; who

cared Only to use his own, and staring wide And hungering for the gilt and jewell'd

world About him, look’d, as he is like to prove, When Julian goes, the lord of all he saw.

Fair speech was his, and delicate of

phrase. And he beginning languidly - his loss Weigh'd on him yet — but warming as he

went, Glanced at the point of law, to pass it by, Affirming that as long as either lived, By all the laws of love and gratefulness, The service of the one so saved was due All to the saver — adding, with a smile, The first for many weeks - a semi-smile As at a strong conclusion — body and

soul And life and limbs, all his to work his

will.'

• My guests,” said Julian: you are

honour'd now Ev'n to the uttermost: in her behold Of all my treasures the most beautiful, Of all things upon earth the dearest to

me.' Then waving us a sign to seat ourselves, Led his dear lady to a chair of state. And I, by Lionel sitting, saw his face

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