Now the hand trails upon the viol-string That sobs, and the brown faces cease to sing, Sad with the whole of pleasure. Whither stray Her eyes now, from whose mouth the slim pipes creep And leave it pouting, while the shadowed grass Is cool against her naked side? Let be :Say nothing now unto her lest she weep, Nor name this ever. Be it as it was,Life touching lips with Immortality. FOR AN ALLEGORICAL DANCE OF WOMEN. BY ANDREA MANTEGNA. (In the Louvre.) SCARCELY, I think; yet it indeed may be The meaning reached him, when this music rang Clear through his frame, a sweet possessive pang, And he beheld these rocks and that ridged sea. But I believe that, leaning tow'rds them, he Just felt their hair carried across his face As each girl passed him; nor gave ear to trace How many feet; nor bent assuredly His eyes from the blind fixedness of thought To know the dancers. It is bitter glad Even unto tears. Its meaning filleth it, A secret of the wells of Life: to wit:The heart's each pulse shall keep the sense it had With all, though the mind's labor run to nought. FOR 'RUGGIERO AND ANGELICA.' BY INGRES. (Two Sonnets.) I. A REMOTE Sky, prolonged to the sea's brim : A knight, and a winged creature bearing him, With rigid wings and tail. The spear's lithe stem Thrills in the roaring of those jaws behind, That evil length of body chafes at fault. She doth not hear nor see-she knows of them. II. Clench thine eyes now,―'tis the last instant, girl : Thou mayst not swoon. Was that the scattered whirl Of its foam drenched thee?—or the waves that curl Now, silence or thine own blood's anointing, girl? for the sea's is such a sound As irks not silence; and except the sea, All now is still. Now the dead thing doth cease To writhe, and drifts. He turns to her: and she, Cast from the jaws of Death, remains there, bound, Again a woman in her nakedness. FOR "THE WINE OF CIRCE." BY EDWARD BURNE JONES. DUSK-HAIRED and gold-robed o'er the golden wine (O Circe, thou their votaress !) to proclaim Lords of their hour, they come. And by her knee To-night shall echo back the sea's dull roar MARY'S GIRLHOOD. (For a Picture.) THIS is that blessed Mary, pre-elect God's Virgin. Gone is a great while, and she Unto God's will she brought devout respect, And supreme patience. From her mother's knee Grows and is quiet. Till, one dawn at home, THE PASSOVER IN THE HOLY FAMILY. (For a Drawing.*) HERE meet together the prefiguring day 6 And day prefigured. Eating, thou shalt stand, Feet shod, loins girt, thy road-staff in thine hand, With blood-stained door and lintel,'-did God say By Moses' mouth in ages passed away. And now, where this poor household doth comprise Lo! the slain lamb confronts the Lamb to slay. *The scene is in the house-porch, where Christ holds a bowl of blood from which Zacharias is sprinkling the posts and lintel. Joseph has brought the lamb and Elisabeth lights the pyre. The shoes which John fastens and the bitter herbs which Mary is gathering form part of the ritual. The pyre is piled. What agony's crown attained, MARY MAGDALENE. AT THE DOOR OF SIMON THE PHARISEE. (For a Drawing.*) 'WHY wilt thou cast the roses from thine hair? Till at our ear love's whispering night shall speak. Nay, when I kiss thy feet they'll leave the stair.' 'Oh loose me ! See'st thou my Bridegroom's face SAINT LUKE THE PAINTER. (For a Drawing.) GIVE honor unto Luke Evangelist; For he it was (the aged legends say) Who first taught Art to fold her hands and pray. Scarcely at once she dared to rend the mist *In the drawing Mary has left a festal procession, and is ascending by a sudden impulse the steps of the house where she sees Christ. Her lover has followed her and is trying to turn her back. Of devious symbols: but soon having wist How sky-breadth and field-silence and this day She looked through these to God and was God's priest. And if, past noon, her toil began to irk, LILITH. (For a Picture.) OF Adam's first wife, Lilith, it is told (The witch he loved before the gift of Eve,) That, ere the snake's, her sweet tongue could deceive, And her enchanted hair was the first gold. And still she sits, young while the earth is old, And, subtly of herself contemplative, Draws men to watch the bright net she can weave, Till heart and body and life are in its hold. The rose and poppy are her flowers; for where Lo! as that youth's eyes burned at thine, so went Thy spell through him, and left his straight neck bent, And round his heart one strangling golden hair. SIBYLLA PALMIFERA. (For a Picture.) UNDER the arch of Life, where love and death, Beauty enthroned; and though her gaze struck awe, I drew it in as simply as my breath. |