The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning Volume II Part 17

She has thrown her bonnet by, And her feet she has been dipping In the shallow water's flow: Now she holds them nakedly In her hands, all sleek and dripping, While she rocketh to and fro.

III.

Little Ellie sits alone, And the smile she softly uses Fills the silence like a speech While she thinks what shall be done, And the sweetest pleasure chooses For her future within reach.

IV.

Little Ellie in her smile Chooses--"I will have a lover Riding on a steed of steeds: He shall love me without guile, And to _him_ I will discover The swan's nest among the reeds.

V.

"And the steed shall be red-roan, And the lover shall be n.o.ble, With an eye that takes the breath: And the lute he plays upon Shall strike ladies into trouble, As his sword strikes men to death.

VI.

"And the steed it shall be shod All in silver, housed in azure, And the mane shall swim the wind; And the hoofs along the sod Shall flash onward and keep measure, Till the shepherds look behind.

VII.

"But my lover will not prize All the glory that he rides in, When he gazes in my face: He will say, 'O Love, thine eyes Build the shrine my soul abides in, And I kneel here for thy grace!'

VIII.

"Then, ay, then he shall kneel low, With the red-roan steed anear him Which shall seem to understand, Till I answer, 'Rise and go!

For the world must love and fear him Whom I gift with heart and hand.'

IX.

"Then he will arise so pale, I shall feel my own lips tremble With a _yes_ I must not say, Nathless maiden-brave, 'Farewell,'

I will utter, and dissemble-- 'Light to-morrow with to-day!'

X.

"Then he'll ride among the hills To the wide world past the river, There to put away all wrong; To make straight distorted wills, And to empty the broad quiver Which the wicked bear along.

XI.

"Three times shall a young foot-page Swim the stream and climb the mountain And kneel down beside my feet-- 'Lo, my master sends this gage, Lady, for thy pity's counting!

What wilt thou exchange for it?'

XII.

"And the first time I will send A white rosebud for a guerdon, And the second time, a glove; But the third time--I may bend From my pride, and answer--'Pardon If he comes to take my love.'

XIII.

"Then the young foot-page will run, Then my lover will ride faster, Till he kneeleth at my knee: 'I am a duke's eldest son, Thousand serfs do call me master, But, O Love, I love but _thee_!'

XIV.

"He will kiss me on the mouth Then, and lead me as a lover Through the crowds that praise his deeds; And, when soul-tied by one troth, Unto _him_ I will discover That swan's nest among the reeds."

XV.

Little Ellie, with her smile Not yet ended, rose up gaily, Tied the bonnet, donned the shoe, And went homeward, round a mile, Just to see, as she did daily, What more eggs were with the two.

XVI.

Pus.h.i.+ng through the elm-tree copse, Winding up the stream, light-hearted, Where the osier pathway leads, Past the boughs she stoops--and stops.

Lo, the wild swan had deserted, And a rat had gnawed the reeds!

XVII.

Ellie went home sad and slow.

If she found the lover ever, With his red-roan steed of steeds, Sooth I know not; but I know She could never show him--never, That swan's nest among the reeds!

_BERTHA IN THE LANE._

I.

Put the broidery-frame away, For my sewing is all done: The last thread is used to-day, And I need not join it on.

Though the clock stands at the noon I am weary. I have sewn, Sweet, for thee, a wedding-gown.

II.

Sister, help me to the bed, And stand near me, Dearest-sweet.

Do not shrink nor be afraid, Blus.h.i.+ng with a sudden heat!

No one standeth in the street?-- By G.o.d's love I go to meet, Love I thee with love complete.

III.

Lean thy face down; drop it in These two hands, that I may hold 'Twixt their palms thy cheek and chin, Stroking back the curls of gold: 'T is a fair, fair face, in sooth-- Larger eyes and redder mouth Than mine were in my first youth.

IV.

Thou art younger by seven years-- Ah!--so bashful at my gaze, That the lashes, hung with tears, Grow too heavy to upraise?

I would wound thee by no touch Which thy shyness feels as such.

Dost thou mind me, Dear, so much?

V.

Have I not been nigh a mother To thy sweetness--tell me, Dear?

Have we not loved one another Tenderly, from year to year, Since our dying mother mild Said with accents undefiled, "Child, be mother to this child"!

VI.