But shoots along supported on her wings; A bird new-made about the banks she plies, Not far from shore, and short excursions tries; 479 Nor seeks in air her humble flight to raise, And with her feather'd arms embrac'd the dead; Then flick'ring to his pallid lips, she strove 490 But both obnoxious to their former fate. A wintry queen: her sire at length is kind, seas. THE FLOWER AND THE LEAF OR, THE LADY IN THE ARBOR A VISION [OUT OF CHAUCER] Now turning from the wintry signs, the sun His course exalted thro' the Ram had run, And, whirling up the skies, his chariot drove Thro' Taurus and the lightsome realms of love; Then from their breathing souls the sweets repair To scent the skies, and purge th' unwholesome air; Joy spreads the heart, and, with a general song, Spring issues out and leads the jolly months along. 20 In that sweet season, as in bed I lay Cares I had none, to keep me from my rest, 30 To curl the waves; and sure some little Some ruddy-color'd, some of lighter green. The painted birds, companions of the spring, Hopping from spray to spray, were heard to sing; 50 Both eyes and ears receiv'd a like delight, And wanted yet an omen to the spring. In narrow mazes oft it seem'd to meet, To some strange end so strange a path was With 90 grass, and some was sow'd with rising grain, That (now the dew with spangles deck'd the ground) A sweeter spot of earth was never found. I look'd and look'd, and still with new delight; Such joy my soul, such pleasures fill'd my sight: And the fresh eglantine exhal'd a breath, Whose odors were of pow'r to raise from death. Thus, as I mus'd, I cast aside my eye, And saw a medlar tree was planted nigh. The spreading branches made a goodly show, And full of opening blooms was ev'ry bough. A goldfinch there I saw with gaudy pride Of painted plumes, that hopp'd from side to side, Still pecking as she pass'd; and still she drew The sweets from ev'ry flow'r, and suck'd the dew: Suffic'd at length, she warbled in her throat, 110 And tun'd her voice to many a merry note, But indistinct, and neither sweet nor clear, Yet such as sooth'd my soul and pleas'd my ear. Her short performance was no sooner tried, When she I sought, the nightingale, replied: So sweet, so shrill, so variously she sung, But all o'erpow'r'd with ecstasy of bliss, 120 Search'd ev'ry tree, and pried on ev'ry flow'r, If anywhere by chance I might espy For still methought she sung not far away. 130 And both their native sweets were well conjoin'd. On the green bank I sat, and listen'd long; (Sitting was more convenient for the song!) Nor till her lay was ended could I move, But wish'd to dwell forever in the grove. Only methought the time too swiftly pass'd, And ev'ry note I fear'd would be the last. My sight, and smell, and hearing were employ'd, And all three senses in full gust enjoy'd. Pleasures which nowhere else were to be found, And all Elysium in a spot of ground. Thus while I sat intent to see and hear, And drew perfumes of more than vital air, All suddenly I heard th' approaching sound Of vocal music on th' enchanted ground: An host of saints it seem'd, so full the choir; 150 As if the blest above did all conspire A fair assembly of the female kind: A lady of a more majestic mien, By stature and by beauty mark'd their sovereign queen. She in the midst began with sober grace; Her servants' eyes were fix'd upon her face, And, as she mov'd or turn'd, her motions view'd, 180 Her measures kept, and step by step pursued. Methought she trod the ground with greater grace, With more of godhead shining in her face; A branch of agnus castus in her hand And as she danc'd, a roundelay she sung, 191 She rais'd her voice on high, and sung` so clear, The fawns came scudding from the groves to hear, And all the bending forest lent an ear. Replied, and bore the burden of the song: They to the middle of the mead advanc'd, 210 Not long I had observ'd, when from afar I heard a sudden symphony of war; The neighing coursers, and the soldiers' cry, And sounding trumps that seem'd to tear the sky. I saw soon after this, behind the grove From whence the ladies did in order move, Come issuing out in arms a warrior train, That like a deluge pour'd upon the plain: On barbed steeds they rode in proud array, Thick as the college of the bees in May, When swarming o'er the dusky fields they fly, New to the flow'rs, and intercept the sky. So fierce they drove, their coursers were so fleet, 221 |