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 i 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: Vexed at its base with a foul beast unknown, A knight, and a winged creature bearing him, And throat let back and heartsick trail of limb. The sky is harsh, and the sea shrewd and salt : 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. Draw in thy senses, set thy knees, and take Thou mayst not swoon. Was that the scattered whirl Of its foam drenched thee? or the waves that curl And split, bleak spray wherein thy temples ache? Or was it his the champion's blood to flake Thy flesh? or thine own blood's anointing, girl? Now, silence: for the sea's is such a sound 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 She stoops, wherein, distilled of death and shame, Sink the black drops; while, lit with fragrant flame, Round her spread board the golden sunflowers shine Doth Helios here with Hecatè combine (O Circe, thou their votaress!) to proclaim For these thy guests all rapture in Love's name, Till pitiless Night give Day the countersign? Lords of their hour, they come. And by her knee To-night shall echo back the sea's dull roar With a vain wail from passion's tide-strown shore Where the dishevelled seaweed hates the sea. MARY'S GIRLHOOD. (For a Picture.) I. 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 Strong in grave peace; in pity circumspect. So held she through her girlhood; as it were Grows and is quiet. Till, one dawn at home II. THESE are the symbols. On that cloth of red That Christ is not yet born. The books whose head Those virtues are wherein the soul is rich: Therefore on them the lily standeth, which Is Innocence, being interpreted. The seven-thorn'd brier and the palm seven-leaved Abides without. She soon shall have achieved Shall soon vouchsafe His Son to be her Son. |