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A STORY OF NAPLES:
ANCIEN RÉGIME
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Against the long quays of NaplesThe long waves heave and sink,
And blaze in emerald showers,
And melt in pearls on the brink.
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But as towards PausilippoBy Margellina we go,
The crimson breath of the mountain
Makes blood in the ripples below.
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A stone lies there in the pavement,With a square cut into the stone;
And our feet will carelessly cross it
Like a thousand more, and pass on.
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But one clothed in widow's clothingLike a veil'd Vestal stands,
And from that slab in the pavement
Warns with imperious hands.
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Smiling the sentinels watch us;A smile and a sneer in one;
And that lordly woman bends her,
And wipes the dust from the stone.
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‘What secret is in that serviceWhich she does like a thing divine?
Why guards she the stone from footsteps,
Like a priestess guarding a shrine?’
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As a wild thing stabb'd by the huntersShe turn'd on us quickly and rose;
`O ye who pass and behold me,
Why ask ye my grief of foes?
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‘It is enough to have borne them:It is enough to have lost:
My sons! My fair fair children!
Silence beseemeth most.
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‘Nor any woe like my woeSince the Just One was crucified,
And his Mother stood and beheld him,
And could not die when he died.’
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With that again she bow'd her,And levell'd her head with the stone.
And in the high noon silence
We heard the mountain groan.
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As whom a magic circleTraced round holds prisoner,
We stood and watch'd her kneeling,
And could not speak nor stir.
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Then from her feet unbendedShe slowly rose to her height,
Through the worn robe appearing
Like a queen in her own despite.
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She knotted her hands behind herIn a knot of bloodless gray,
As if so her lips unaided
Alone her story should say.
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Like the keen thrilling musicBlown from a tongue of flame,
Through her lips that whisper'd story
With a thin clear calmness came.
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‘In this square of dust-choked socketA beam was set last year;
And the scaffold shot forth above it
The gliding axe to rear.
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‘With gaunt grim poles in order,As when men a palace build:—
'Tis the house of King Death, this palace!
With headsmen for courtiers fill'd.
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‘I come at day-break often,And call it up in my brain:
I see the steel uplifted;
I see it fall again.
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‘Sirs, 'twas a morn like this morn,So white and lucid and still;
Only the scowl of thunder
Sat on the face of the hill.
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‘The steel like the star of morningHung silver-glittering on high:—
It fell like the star of morning
By God's hand struck from the sky.
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‘It rose with a gleam of crimson,And sank again as it rose:—
And I stood here as one standing
To watch the death of his foes.
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‘And your eyes may well look wonderThat mine look'd on that thing of hell!
And unask'd ye know already
Who died when lead-like it fell.
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‘Yes! They were fair as the morning,Those two young sons of my youth;
Stamp'd with the stamp of Nature
From boyhood soldiers of truth.
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‘Soldiers of truth and of Italy;Her blood was quick in their veins,
As they writhed 'neath the lies that bound them,
The canker-poisonous chains.
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‘The coarse-lipp'd Austrian tyrantOur serf-kings holding in pay,
Keeps Italy weak and sunder'd,
For the greater ease of his sway.
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‘In the farce they name our countryA boot towards Africa thrust:
'Tis a boot with an iron heel, then,
To tread her own self in the dust.
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‘The priest-king haunts in the centreThe eternal ruin of Rome;
The German tramples the Lombard;
And here,—is the Bourbon home.
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‘They saw these things, my fair ones!The beauty, the curse, and the woe:
The beauty that seems of heaven;
The curse, pit-black from below.
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‘O Italy, mother of nationsLike her own fair sea-nymph's brood,
Who turn and rend their mother,—
Children by name, not blood!
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‘A dubious intricate quarrelBroke from the court of the North;
And on some mission of order
From Trent the columns push'd forth.
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‘They came down by Garigliano;At Teano their halt they call'd,
When the pomegranates were as carbuncles,
And the stream-pools as emerald.
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‘A cry went up from our people,Volunteering by fifties to go;
And the king must come forth and lead them
Against his ally the foe.
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‘E'en in the palace recessesThe gold-laced conscience was stirr'd;—
But the calmer confessor-wisdom
In season whisper'd a word.
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‘Sirs, from your land of freedomYe cannot fathom our land!
—They march out by Pausilippo
That flame-faced patriot band.
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‘The second son of a secondCousin of the blood at their head;
—Our gay volunteers to conquest
O! they were right royally led!
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‘But what, think you, was the conquestTo which they were march'd along,
And the deep rich oily Te Deum
By the barytone canon sung?
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‘—Where the road turns under Teano,Half behind the pomegranate close,
Red faced and stalwart-fashion'd,
Point-blank they came on their foes.
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‘Who should hold back the lionsWhen the prey to their hands is given?
Each poised his musket and shouted
As if at the sight of Heaven.
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‘And when that royal field-marshalWith a Halt! fell back to the rear,
Who could rein-in their onset,
Or sever prudence from fear?
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‘Or care how the royal columnsEbb'd slowly behind away,
While the best young blood of the city
Unaided rush'd to the fray?
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‘Ah! thrice-bless'd who fell forwardBefore the Tyrolean gun,
And gasp'd out their life in crimson,
Beneath the crimson sun!
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‘O that I must live to say it,And live to say it in vain—
My sons! My own two fair ones!
Better had ye been slain.
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‘I saw them go forth at morning;I saw them not at night:
And yet they return'd to the city
As captives captured in flight.
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‘Sirs, the gold-laced thing in the palaceWith a bestial instinct dim
Knew that the soldiers of freedom
Must be foes in heart to him.
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‘I said, the ways of the BourbonYe could not understand!
—They were carted hither as rebels
For a broken word of command.
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‘They had gone onward as lionsWhen Royalty mutter'd Withdraw:
And their lives at once lay forfeit
At the lawless feet of the law.
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‘In the black Castel del UovoThey lodged them side by side;
And between them,—a Tyrolese soldier
For order and peace to provide.
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‘That square above is the window,Notch'd on the white wall stone;’—
We look'd; and again in the silence
We heard the mountain groan.
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‘Sirs, for this king my husbandIn youth laid his own life down!
And I prayed their lives might be spared me,
Their palace pass to the crown.
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‘How should I do but ask it?—Yet better not to have ask'd,
Had I seen 'neath a face of mercy
Hell's particular malice mask'd.
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‘Ye have heard how between two mothersKing Solomon judged of old:—
But how between her two children
Could a mother such judgment hold?
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‘One life, they said, was given me;And I was to choose the one:
—The message came at even,
And I sat till the night was done:—
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‘And I know not how they went by me,The long long day and the night;
Only within my forehead
Was a burning spot of light:—
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‘And a cry My brother! my brother!Why art thou taken from me?
O choice unjust and cruel!
Would that I had died for thee!
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‘I could not answer the message;I could not think nor pray:
Only I saw within me
That burning spot alway.
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‘Poison and glare together,Like the wormwood star of Saint John,
It sat within my temples,
Throbbing and smouldering on.
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‘Then once with odour and freshnessAs of fields in summer rain,
The vision of their sweet childhood
Was borne on my aching brain.
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‘Bent over one book togetherI saw the fair heads of the twain;
And they read how in Roman battle
Brother by brother was slain.
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‘And their heads are closer together,Their hands clasp o'er and o'er,
As they swear that death the divider
Shall only unite them more.
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‘—Toll! toll! and again!A bell broke forth in the air:
And I look'd out on the morning;
And the morning was still and fair.
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‘A black flag hung from the castle,Where the thin bare flagstaff stands.
And I thought to go up to the castle,
With that bitter choice in my hands.
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‘A timid crowd was pressingAnd bore me along the street;
And I saw the tall scaffold standing
Upon these flags at our feet.
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‘I saw the steel descendingAs a star runs down from the sky:—
—Why should I tell the story?
Ye know it as well as I!
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‘—The axe took both as I waver'dUpon that choice accursed!
Now am I wholly childless—
I know not which is worst.
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‘My sons! My fair fair children!I know not where they lie:—
Only I know that together
They died,—and I could not die.’
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—A fork of flame from VesuviusThrough his black cone went on high;
And a cloud branch'd out like a pine-tree
With thunders throned in the sky.
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The crimson breath of the mountainMade blood in the ripples below:—
But she stood gray as marble,
In Niobean woe:—
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And like a Roman matronO'er her face she folded the veil,
With a more fix'd composure
Than we who heard her tale.
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