Thou canst not think a mere barbarian Jew, He writeth, doth he? well, and he may write. Oh, the Jew findeth scholars! certain slaves Who touched on this same isle, preached him and Christ; And (as I gathered from a bystander) Their doctrine could be held by no sane man. R. Browning. THE BLESSED DAMOZEL. 313 THE BLESSED DAMOZEL. THE blessèd damozel leaned out She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven. Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem, Her seemed she scarce had been a day The wonder was not yet quite gone (To one, it is ten years of years. 314 THE BLESSED DAMOZEL. It was the rampart of God's House By God built over the sheer depth So high, that looking downward thence It lies in Heaven, across the flood Beneath, the tides of day and night Around her, lovers newly met Mid deathless love's acclaims And still she bowed herself and stooped Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as half asleep From the fixed place of Heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce Through all the worlds. Her gaze still strove Within the gulf to pierce Its path; and now she spoke as when The stars sang in their spheres. THE BLESSED DAMOZEL. The sun was gone now; the curled moon Fluttering far down the gulf; and now (Ah sweet! Even now, in that bird's song, Fain to be hearkened? When those bells Strove not her steps to reach my side "I wish that he were come to me, Are not two prayers a perfect strength? "When round his head the aureole clings, I'll take his hand and go with him We will step down as to a stream, "We two will stand beside that shrine, Whose lamps are stirred continually And see our old prayers, granted, melt 315 316 THE BLESSED DAMOZEL. "We two will lie i' the shadow of That living mystic tree Within whose secret growth the Dove While every leaf that His plumes touch "And I myself will teach to him, The songs I sing here; which his voice (Alas! We two, we two, thou say'st! That once of old. But shall God lift The soul whose likeness with thy soul "We two," she said, "will seek the groves Where the lady Mary is, With her five hand-maidens, whose names Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen, "Circlewise sit they, with bound locks And foreheads garlanded; Into the fine cloth white like flame To fashion the birth-robes for them |