Here he lives in state and bounty, Is so great a lord as he. Her sweet face from brow to chin: Pale again as death did prove; But he clasped her like a lover, And he cheered her soul with love. So she strove against her weakness, Though at times her spirit sank: Shaped her heart with woman's meekness To all duties of her rank: And a gentle consort made he, And her gentle mind was such That she grew a noble lady, And the people loved her much. Unto which she was not born. Three fair children first she bore him, Weeping, weeping late and early, And he looked at her and said, Bring the dress, and put it on her, That she wore when she was wed." Then her people, softly treading, Bore to earth her body, drest In the dress that she was wed in, That her spirit might have rest. TENNYSON. She was a Phantom of Delight. SHE was a Phantom of delight Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; I saw her upon nearer view, Her household motions light and free, A countenance in which did meet And now I see with eye serene Love. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. WORDSWORTH. |