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But they sank his body with honor down
IV into the deep,
Who let her in? how long has she been? And they manned the Revenge with a
you—what have you heard? swarthier alien crew,
Why did you sit so quiet? you never have And away she sailed with her loss and
spoken a word. longed for her own;
0—to pray with me-yes- a lady-none When a wind from the lands they had of their spies
15 ruined awoke from sleep,
But the night has crept into my heart, And the water began to heave and the and begun to darken my eyes.
weather to moan, And or ever that evening ended a great
gale blew, And a wave like the wave that is raised by
Ah-you, that have lived so soft, what an earthquake grew,
should you know of the night,
115 Till it smote on their hulls and their sails
The blast and the burning shame and the and their masts and their flags,
bitter frost and the fright?
I have done it, while you were asleepAnd the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot-shattered navy of Spain,
you were only made for the day. And the little Revenge herself went down
I have gathered my baby together-and by the island crags
now you may go your way. To be lost evermore in the main.
Nay-for it's kind of you, madam, to sit RIZPAH
by an old dying wife. 17
But say nothing hard of my boy, I have
only an hour of life. Wailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over
I kissed my boy in the prison, before he
went out to die. land and sea
*They dared me to do it,” he said, and he And Willy's voice in the wind,“O mother,
never has told me a lie. come out to me!”
I whipped him for robbing an orchard once Why should he call me to-night, when he
when he was but a child
25 knows that I cannot go?
“The farmer dared me to do it,” he said; For the downs are as bright as day, and the full moon stares at the snow.
he was always so wild
And idle—and couldn't be idle-my Willy II
-he never could rest. We should be seen, my dear; they would The King should have made him a soldier,
he would have been one of his best. spy us out of the town. The loud black nights for us, and the
VII storm rushing over the down, When I cannot see my own hand, but am
But he lived with a lot of wild mates, and led by the creak of the chain,
they never would let him be good; And grovel and grope for my son till I They swore that he dare not rob the mail, find myself drenched with the rain.
and he swore that he would; 30
And he took no life, but he took one purse, III
and when all was done Anything fallen again? nay-what was He flung it among his fellows—"I'll none there left to fall?
of it,” said my son. I have taken them home, I have numbered the bones, I have hidden them all. 10
VIII What am I saying? and what are you? do I came into court to the judge and the you come as a spy?
lawyers. I told them my tale, Falls? what falls? who knows? As the tree God's own truth—but they killed him, falls so must it lie.
they killed him for robbing the mail.
They hanged him in chains for a show- My Willy 'ill rise up whole when the
we had always borne a good name-35 trumpet of judgment 'ill sound, To be hanged for a thief--and then put But I charge you never to say that I laid away-isn't that enough shame?
him in holy ground. Dust to dust-low down-let us hide! but they set him so high
XIII That all the ships of the world could stare at him, passing by.
They would scratch him up—they would God 'ill pardon the hell-black raven and
hang him again on the cursèd tree. horrible fowls of the air,
Sin? O, yes, we are sinners, I know-let all that be,
60 But not the black heart of the lawyer who
And read me a Bible verse of the Lord's killed him and hanged him there. 40
goodwill toward men
"Full of compassion and mercy, the IX
Lord”-let me hear it again; And the jailer forced me away. I had bid
“Full of compassion and mercy-longhim my last good-bye;
suffering.” Yes, O, yes! They had fastened the door of his cell.
For the lawyer is born but to murder“O mother!" I heard him cry.
the Savior lives but to bless. I couldn't get back though I tried, he had
He 'll never put on the black cap except something further to say,
for the worst of the worst, 65 And now I never shall know it. The jailer And the first may be last-I have heard forced me away.
it in church-and the last may be first. Suffering—0, long-suffering-yes, as the
Lord must know, Then since I couldn't but hear that cry of Year after year in the mist and the wind my boy that was dead,
and the shower and the snow. They seized me and shut me up: they fastened me down on my bed.
XIV “Mother, O mother!”-he called in the dark to me year after
Heard, have you? what? they have told
yearThey beat me for that, they beat me
he never repented his sin. you know that I couldn't but hear; How do they know it? are they his mother?
70 And then at the last they found I had
are you of his kin?
Heard! have you ever heard, when the grown so stupid and still They let me abroad again—but the crea
storm on the downs began,
The wind that 'ill wail like a child and the tures had worked their will.
sea that 'ill moan like a man? XI
XV Flesh of my flesh was gone, but bone of my bone was left
Election, Election, and Reprobation-it's I stole them all from the lawyers-and all very well. you, will you call it a theft?
But I go to-night to my boy, and I shall My baby, the bones that had sucked me, not find him in hell.
the bones that had laughed and had For I cared so much for my boy that the cried
Lord has looked into my care, 75 Theirs? O, no! they are mine--not theirs And He means me I'm sure to be happy -they had moved in my side.
with Willy, I know not where.
XVI Do you think I was scared by the bones? I And if he be lost-but to save my soul, kissed 'em, I buried 'em all
that is all your desireI can't dig deep, I am old-in the night by Do you think that I care for my soul if my the churchyard wall.
boy be gone to the fire?
I have been with God in the dark-go, go,
I you may leave me alone
If my body come from brutes, though someYou never have borne a child-you are what finer than their own, just as hard as a stone.
I am heir, and this my kingdom. Shall
the royal voice be mute? XVII
No, but if the rebel subject seek to drag Madam, I beg your pardon! I think that
me from the throne,
Hold the sceptre, Human Soul, and rule you mean to be kind, But I cannot hear what you say for my
thy province of the brute. Willy's voice in the wind
II The snow and the sky so bright-he used
I have climbed to the snows of Age, and but to call in the dark,
I gazed at a field in the Past, And he calls to me now from the church
Where I sank with the body at times in and not from the gibbet—for hark! the sloughs of a low desire, Nay—you can hear it yourself—it is But I hear no yelp of the beast, and the
coming-shaking the walls, 85 Man is quiet at last Willy—the moon 's in a cloud- -Good- | As he stands on the heights of his life with night. I am going. He calls.
a glimpse of a height that is higher. 20
a try glimmer On icy fallow
85 And faded forest, Drew to the valley Named of the shadow, And slowly brightening Out of the glimmer, And slowly moving again to a melody Yearningly tender, Fell on the shadow, No longer a shadow, But clothed with The Gleam.
1. MARCHING ALONG Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And see the rogues flourish and honest folk
droop, Marched them along, fifty-score strong, 5 Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this
song. God for King Charles! Pym and such
carles? To the Devil that prompts 'em their
treasonous parles ! Cavaliers, up! Lips from the cup, Hands from the pasty, nor bite take, nor
sup, Till you're CHORUS.–Marching along, fifty-score
strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, sing
ing this song! Hampden to hell, and his obsequies' knell Serve Hazelrig, Fiennes, and young Harry,
CROSSING THE BAR
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep, 5
Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the
boundless deep Turns again home.
England, good cheer! Rupert is near!
15 Kentish and loyalists, keep we not here, CHO.—Marching along, fifty-score
strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing
this song? Then, God for King Charles! Pym and
his snarls To the Devil that pricks on such pestilent
carles! Hold by the right, you double your might; So, onward to Nottingham, fresh for the
fight, Cho.—March we along, fifty-score
strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing
ROBERT BROWNING (1812-1889)
SONG from PIPPA PASSES
The year's at the spring