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Then forth sprang Gabriel's wings, off fell
49. Tiring-room.-The room where the "holy vestments" are kept, with which the priests and pope are dight," i.e., decked or attired. Shakespeare used the noun tire for attire.
By the Fireside.
How well I know what I mean to do
When the long dark autumn evenings come;
With the music of all thy voices, dumb
I shall be found by the fire, suppose,
O'er a great wise book, as beseemeth age;
Till the young ones whisper, finger on lip,
Now then, or never, out we slip
To cut from the hazels by the creek
A mainmast for our ship!"
I shall be at it indeed, my friends!
Greek puts already on either side
Such a branch-work forth as soon extends
And I pass out where it ends.
The outside frame, like your hazel-trees--
And a rarer sort succeeds to these,
And we slope to Italy at last
3. Is.-The present with future meaning: hue?"
"Where will be thy pleasant
I follow wherever I am led,
Knowing so well the leader's hand: Oh woman-country, wooed not wed,
Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead!
Look at the ruined chapel again
Half-way up in the Alpine gorge!
Is that a tower, I point you plain,
Breaks solitude in vain?
A turn, and we stand in the heart of things;
The thread of water single and slim,
Does it feed the little lake below?
That speck of white just on its marge
Is Pella; see, in the evening-glow,
How sharp the silver spear-heads charge When Alp meets heaven in snow!
On our other side is the straight-up rock;
And a path is kept 'twixt the gorge and it By bowlder-stones, where lichens mock
The marks on a moth, and small ferns fit Their teeth to the polished block.
Oh the sense of the yellow mountain-flowers,
That crimson the creeper's leaf across
Like a splash of blood, intense, abrupt,
By the rose-flesh mushrooms, undivulged
Where a freaked fawn-colored flaky crew
And yonder, at foot of the fronting ridge
Is the chapel reached by the one-arched bridge,
Where the water is stopped in a stagnant pond
The chapel and bridge are of stone alike,
Blackish-gray and mostly wet;
Cut hemp-stalks steep in the narrow dike.
And the roots of the ivy strike!
Poor little place, where its one priest comes
To the dozen folk from their scattered homes,
By the dozen ways one roams—
To drop from the charcoal-burners' huts,
Or climb from the hemp-dressers' low shed,
73. Hemp - stalks steep.-Hemp that is soaking in preparation for dressing.
74. Fret. The lichens ornament, as with raised work.