More loud than the vesper-chime it fell." "No vesper-chime, but a dying knell, Little brother!" 250 (O Mother, Mary Mother, "Blest hour of my power and her despair, His dying knell, between Hell and Heaven!) Little brother!" 215 (O Mother, Mary Mother, "Alas! but I fear the heavy sound, Sister Helen; Is it in the sky or in the ground?" 255 Hour blest and banned, between Hell and Heaven!) “Pale, pale her cheeks, that in pride did "Say, have they turned their horses round, glow, Sister Helen, Little brother?" Whether for tribute to the august appeals Of Life, or dower in Love's high retinue, It serve; or, 'mid the dark wharf's cavernous breath, XCVII. A SUPERSCRIPTION Look in my face; my name is Might-havebeen; In Charon's palm it pay the toll to Death. I am also called No-more, Too-late, Fare IV. LOVESIGHT When do I see thee most, beloved one? When in the light the spirits of mine eyes Before thy face, their altar, solemnize The worship of that Love through thee made known? Or when in the dusk hours, (we two alone,) Close-kissed and eloquent of still replies, 6 Thy twilight-hidden glimmering visage lies, And my soul only sees thy soul its own? well; 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, Beheld the gleaming of King Schoeneus' There with the others to a seat he gat, town. So thitherward he turned, and on each side The folk were busy on the teeming land, 30 And man and maid from the brown furrows cried, Whence he beheld a broidered canopy, 'Neath which in fair array King Schoneus sat Upon his throne with councillors thereby; And underneath his well-wrought seat and high, He saw a golden image of the Sun, Or midst the newly blossomed vines did A silver image of the Fleet-foot One. stand, And as the rustic weapon pressed the hand 61 A brazen altar stood beneath their feet Whereon a thin flame flickered in the wind; Nigh this a herald clad in raiment meet 66 Made ready even now his horn to wind, By whom a huge man held a sword, intwined With yellow flowers; these stood a little space From off the altar, nigh the startingplace. 70 Now for the barefoot milking-maidens And there two runners did the sign abide, He entered, and along the streets 'gan fare, A maid stood by him like Diana clad |