How could I other? Was it not your test, To try me, and what my love for Constance meant ? The first, that I should choose thus! so one takes Speak, Constance, I'm the beggar! Ha, what's this? CONSTANCE. Feel my heart; let it die against your own! NORBERT. Against my own! explain not; let this be. This is life's height. CONSTANCE. Yours! Yours ! Yours ! NORBERT. You and I Why care by what meanders we are here In the centre of the labyrinth? men have died Trying to find this place out, which we have found. CONSTANCE. Found, found! NORBERT. Sweet, never fear what she can do We are past harm now. CONSTANCE. On the breast of God. I thought of men-as if you were a man. It is too perfect! NORBERT. This must end here CONSTANCE. There's the music stopped. What measured heavy tread? It is one blaze About me and within me. NORBERT. Oh, some death Will run its sudden finger round this spark, And sever us from the rest "DE GUSTIBUS—” I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side a-flutter with poppies. The happier they! Draw yourself up from the light of the moon, And let them pass, as they will too soon, With the beanflowers' boon, And the blackbird's tune, And May, and June! II. What I love best in all the world, In a gash of the wind-grieved Apennine. By the many hundred years red-rusted, To the water's edge. For, what expands Goes with his Bourbon arm in a sling: -She hopes they have not caught the felons. Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me— (When fortune's malice Lost her, Calais.) Open my heart and you will see Such lovers old are I and she; сс PROTUS. Among these latter busts we count by scores, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, As those were all the little locks could bear. Now read here. "Protus ends a period Of empery beginning with a god, Born in the porphyry chamber at Byzant; To pacify the world when it should see. The captains ranged before him, one, his hand In shape, all said, in feature and in hue, In easy tomes a life's experience: In one breath and one hand-sweep, all their art- |