Little brother?" But oh! his voice is sad and weak!" "What here should the mighty Baron seek, Little brother?" 180 (O Mother, Mary Mother, Is this the end, between Hell and Heaven?) "Oh his son still cries, if you forgive, Sister Helen, The body dies, but the soul shall live."185 "Fire shall forgive me as I forgive, Little brother!" (O Mother, Mary Mother, As she forgives, between Hell and Heaven!) "Oh he prays you, as his heart would rive, Sister Helen, To save his dear son's soul alive.' "Fire cannot slay it, it shall thrive, Little brother!" 190 (O Mother, Mary Mother, 195 (OMother, Mary Mother, Alas, alas, between Hell and Heaven!) No, never joined, between Hell and Heaven!) "He cries to you, kneeling in the road, Sister Helen, "He yields you these and craves full fain, Sister Helen, 156 To go with him for the love of God!" What more to see, between Hell Heaven?) and 210 "O Sister Helen, you heard the bell, Sister Helen! "Her hood falls back, and the moon shines More loud than the vesper-chime it fell.” fair, "No vesper-chime, but a dying knell, Little brother!" 250 Sister Helen, (O Mother, Mary Mother, On the Lady of Ewern's golden hair." "Blest hour of my power and her despair, His dying knell, between Hell and Heaven!) Little brother!" 215 (O Mother, Mary Mother, Hour blest and banned, between Hell and "Alas! but I fear the heavy sound, Sister Helen; Is it in the sky or in the ground?" 255 "Pale, pale her cheeks, that in pride did "Say, have they turned their horses round, glow, Sister Helen, 'Neath the bridal-wreath three days ago.' "One morn for pride and three days for Little brother?” Still have their altars; a great market-place Upon two other sides fills all the space, And thence the busy hum of men comes forth; But on the cold side looking toward the north A pillared council-house may you behold, Within whose porch are images of gold, 36 Gods of the nations who dwelt anciently About the borders of the Grecian sea. Pass now between them, push the brazen door, And standing on the polished marble floor Leave all the noises of the square behind; Most calm that reverent chamber shall ye find, 42 Silent at first, but for the noise you made When on the brazen door your hand you laid To shut it after you, but now behold 45 The city rulers on their thrones of gold, Clad in most fair attire, and in their hands Long carven silver-banded ebony wands; Then from the dais drop your eyes and see Soldiers and peasants standing reverently Before those elders, round a little band 51 Who bear such arms as guard the English land, And heavy breathing from their heads low hung, To see the mighty cornel bow unstrung. Then smiling did he turn to leave the place, 15 But with his first step some new fleeting thought A shadow cast across his sunburnt face: |