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The seraphim, and other poems, by E.B. Barrett
The seraphim and other poems by EB Barrett Author:Elizabeth Barrett Browning Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE BOMAUNT OF MARGRET. Can my affections find out nothing best But still and still remove ? — Quarles. THE ROMAUNT OF MARGRET. I Plant a tree whose... more » leaf The cypress leaf will suit; And when its shade is o'er you laid, Turn ye and pluck the fruit ! Now reach mine harp from off the wall Where shines the sun aslant: The sun may shine and we be cold — O hearken, loving hearts and bold, Unto my wild romaunt, Margret, Margret. Sitteth the fair ladye Close to the river side, Which runneth on with a merry tone, Her merry thoughts to guide. It runneth through the trees, It runneth by the hill Nathless the ladye's thoughts have found A way more pleasant still.— Margret, Margret. The night is in her hair, And giveth shade to shade; And the pale moonlight, on her forehead white, Like a spirit's hand is laid:— Her lips part with a smile, Instead of speakings done — I ween she thinketh of a voice, Albeit uttering none ! Margret, Margret ! All little birds do sit With heads beneath their wings — Nature doth seem in a mystic dream, Apart from her living things. That dream by that ladye I ween is unpartook ; For she looketh to the high cold stars, With a tender human look ! Margret, Margret ! The ladye's shadow lies Upon the running river. It lieth no less in its quietness, For that which resteth never: Most like a trusting heart Upon a passing faith, — Or as upon the course of life, The stedfast doom of death ! Margret, Margret. The ladye doth not move — The ladye doth not dream — Yet she seeth her shade no longer laid In rest upon the stream ! It shaketh without wind — It parteth from the tide — It standeth upright in the cleft moonlight — It sitteth at her side. Margret, Margret! ...« less