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FLORICE AND BLANCHEFLEUR.
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XXIV. FLORICE AND BLANCHEFLEUR.
(FRAGMENT.)
Through the desert grim and wild
Rode the solitary Child:
I wis it had been dark and drear,
E'en beneath the noonday clear.
From the depths of the murk around
Came no hint of earthly sound,
Save the rushing, hoarse and low,
Where rocks held back a torrent's flow.
—Had he to cowardice resign'd him,
That with the Cross the Youth thrice sign'd him?
Was it from fear as on he trod
That thrice he breathed the name of God?
Or was it trustful lowliness,
Or touch of natural piety?—
—Lo! as his tongue had found release,
Through the dark air, fresh and free,
Unbid, an old-remember'd strain
From his lips rang forth again.
Rode the solitary Child:
I wis it had been dark and drear,
E'en beneath the noonday clear.
From the depths of the murk around
Came no hint of earthly sound,
Save the rushing, hoarse and low,
Where rocks held back a torrent's flow.
—Had he to cowardice resign'd him,
That with the Cross the Youth thrice sign'd him?
Was it from fear as on he trod
That thrice he breathed the name of God?
Or was it trustful lowliness,
Or touch of natural piety?—
—Lo! as his tongue had found release,
Through the dark air, fresh and free,
Unbid, an old-remember'd strain
From his lips rang forth again.
‘Let me rest on thoughts of Thee,
Love! as on the heaving sea:
If to dreams my heart resigning,
Yet on thee alone reclining.
Love! as on the heaving sea:
If to dreams my heart resigning,
Yet on thee alone reclining.
‘On the thought of thy sweet eyes,
Downcast smiles, and low replies:
On that bliss I first feel now,
Thine am I, and mine art Thou:—
Downcast smiles, and low replies:
On that bliss I first feel now,
Thine am I, and mine art Thou:—
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‘In that inner vision blest,
On the depths of Love I rest:
On his low melodious sea,
Lull'd to sleep by thoughts of thee.’
On the depths of Love I rest:
On his low melodious sea,
Lull'd to sleep by thoughts of thee.’
A moment's pause: anon the strain
From his lips burst forth again:—
From his lips burst forth again:—
‘Lily Flowers, in summer blooming,
Life and strength with growth resuming,
Yet hang down their heads in Spring,
Ere their final blossoming.
Life and strength with growth resuming,
Yet hang down their heads in Spring,
Ere their final blossoming.
‘So my glad heart, though the morrow
I shall see her, with a sorrow,
Some I know not what, is laden,
E'en so near the long-sought maiden.’
I shall see her, with a sorrow,
Some I know not what, is laden,
E'en so near the long-sought maiden.’
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