And marvel at the Forms of stone, And praise the chisell'd broideries rare. Then they drop away. The Princely Pair are left alone In the Church of Brou. THE CHURCH OF BROU. III: THE томв. So rest, forever rest, O Princely Pair! In your high Church, 'mid the still mountain air, So sleep, forever sleep, O Marble Pair! On the carv'd Western Front a flood of light And on the pavement round the Tomb their glints Behold the pavement of the courts of Heaven!" The moon through the clere-story windows shines, The foliag'd marble forest where ye lie, "Hush" ye will say "it is eternity. This is the glimmering verge of Heaven, and these The columns of the Heavenly Palaces." And in the sweeping of the wind your ear The passage of the Angels' wings will hear, And on the lichen-crusted leads above The rustle of the eternal rain of Love. THE NECKAN. In summer, on the headlands, Sits Neckan with his harp of gold, Green rolls beneath the headlands, And there, below the Neckan's feet, His wife and children be. He sings not of the ocean, Its shells and roses pale. Of earth, of earth the Neckan sings; He hath no other tale. He sits upon the headlands, And sings a mournful stave Of all he saw and felt on earth, Far from the green sea wave. Sings how, a knight, he wander'd By castle, field, and town. But earthly knights have harder hearts Than the Sea Children own. Sings of his earthly bridal Priest, knights, and ladies gay. "And who art thou," the priest began, "Sir Knight, who wedd'st to-day?" "I am no knight," he answer'd; "From the sea waves I come." The knights drew sword, the ladies scream'd, The surplic'd priest stood dumb. He sings how from the chapel He sings how she sits weeping "False Neckan shares my bed," she weeps; "No Christian mate have I.". He sings how through the billows He rose to earth again, And sought a priest to sign the cross, That Neckan Heaven might gain. |