Slept with his fathers, and forgot the chase. There now in petty empire o'er the school The mighty master held despotic rule; Trembling in silence all his deeds we saw, His look a mandate and his word a law; Severe his voice, severe and stern his mien, And wondrous strict he was, and wondrous wise I ween.
Such was my state in those remembered years,
When two small acres bounded all my fears; And therefore still with pleasure I recall
The tapestried school; the bright, brown-boarded hall; The murmuring brook, that every morning saw The due observance of the cleanly law;
The walnuts, where, when favor would allow, Full oft I went to search each well-stripped bough; The crab-tree, which supplied a secret hoard With roasted crabs to deck the wintry board: These trifling objects then my heart possessed, These trifling objects still remain impressed; So, when with unskilled hand some idle hind Carves his rude name within a sapling's rind, In after-years the peasant lives to see
The expanding letters grow as grows the tree; Though every winter's desolating sway
Shake the hoarse grove, and sweep the leaves away, That rude inscription uneffaced will last, Unaltered by the storm or wintry blast.
Cold was the morn, and bleak the wintry blast Blew o'er the meadow, when I saw thee last.
My bosom bounded as I wandered round With silent step the long-remembered ground, Where I had loitered out so many an hour,
Chased the gay butterfly, and culled the flower, Sought the swift arrow's erring course to trace, Or with mine equals vied amid the chase. I saw the church where I had slept away The tedious service of the summer day; Or, hearing sadly all the preacher told,
In winter waked and shivered with the cold. Oft have my footsteps roamed the sacred ground Where heroes, kings, and poets sleep around; Oft traced the mouldering castle's ivied wall, Or aged convent tottering to its fall; Yet never had my bosom felt such pain, As, Corston, when I saw thy scenes again; For many a long-lost pleasure came to view, For many a long-past sorrow rose anew; Where whilom all were friends I stood alone, Unknowing all I saw, of all I saw unknown.
WAITED for the train at Coventry ;
I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge, To watch the three tall spires: and there I shaped The city's ancient legend into this:
Not only we, the latest seed of Time, New men, that in the flying of a wheel Cry down the past; not only we, that prate Of rights and wrongs, have loved the people well And loathed to see them overtaxed; but she Did more, and underwent, and overcame, The woman of a thousand summers back, Godiva, wife to that grim earl who ruled In Coventry: for when he laid a tax
Upon his town, and all the mothers brought Their children, clamoring, "If we pay, we starve!" She sought her lord, and found him, where he strode About the hall, among his dogs, alone,
His beard a foot before him, and his hair
A yard behind. She told him of their tears,
And prayed him, "If they pay this tax, they starve.” Whereat he stared, replying, half amazed,
"You would not let your little finger ache
For such as these?". "But I would die," said she. He laughed, and swore by Peter and by Paul; Then filliped at the diamond in her ear,
“O, ay, ay, ay, you talk!" "Alas!" she said, "But prove me what it is I would not do." And from a heart as rough as Esau's hand, He answered, "Ride you naked through the town, And I repeal it"; and nodding as in scorn, He parted, with great strides, among his dogs! So left alone, the passions of her mind, As winds from all the compass shift and blow, Made war upon each other for an hour, Till pity won. She sent a herald forth,
And bade him cry, with sound of trumpet, all The hard condition, but that she would loose The people; therefore, as they loved her well, From then till noon no foot should pace the street, No eye look down, she passing, but that all Should keep within, door shut and window barred. Then fled she to her inmost bower, and there Unclasped the wedded eagles of her belt, The grim earl's gift; but ever at a breath She lingered, looking like a summer moon Half-dipt in cloud: anon she shook her head, And showered the rippled ringlets to her knee; Unclad herself in haste; adown the stair Stole on; and, like a creeping sunbeam, slid From pillar unto pillar, until she reached The gateway; there she found her palfrey trapt In purple blazoned with armorial gold.
Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity: The deep air listened round her as she rode, And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear. The little wide-mouthed heads upon the spout Had cunning eyes to see; the barking cur Made her cheek flame; her palfrey's footfall shot Light horrors through her pulses; the blind walls Were full of chinks and holes; and overhead Fantastic gables, crowding, stared: but she Not less through all bore up, till, last, she saw The white-flowered elder-thicket from the field Gleam through the Gothic archways in the wall. Then she rode back, clothed on with chastity: And one low churl, compact of thankless earth,
The fatal byword of all years to come,
Boring a little auger-hole in fear,
Peeped but his eyes, before they had their will, Were shrivelled into darkness in his head,
And dropt before him. So the Powers, who wait On noble deeds, cancelled a sense misused;
And she, that knew not, passed and all at once, With twelve great shocks of sound, the shameless noon Was clashed and hammered from a hundred towers, One after one but even then she gained
Her bower; whence re-issuing, robed and crowned, To meet her lord, she took the tax away, And built herself an everlasting name.
Croglin, the River.
NUNNERY DELL.
HE floods are roused, and will not soon be weary; Down from the Pennine Alps how fiercely sweeps Croglin, the stately Eden's tributary!
He raves, or through some moody passage creeps, Plotting new mischief; out again he leaps Into broad light, and sends, through regions airy, That voice which soothed the nuns while on the steeps They knelt in prayer, or sang to blissful Mary. That union ceased; then, cleaving easy walks
Through crags, and smoothing paths beset with danger,
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