Keeping a reserve of scanty water Meant to save his own life in the desert; Ready in the desert to deliver (Kneeling down to let his breast be opened) Hoard and life together for his mistress. XII I shall never, in the years remaining, Paint you pictures, no, nor carve you statues, 105 ΠΙΟ 115 All the gifts from all the heights, your own, Love! XIII Yet a semblance of resource avails us Shade so finely touched, love's sense must seize it. Lines I write the first time and the last time. Makes a strange art of an art familiar, Fills his lady's missal-marge with flowerets. I 20 125 He who blows through bronze, may breathe through silver, Fitly serenade a slumbrous princess. He who writes, may write for once as I do. XIV Love, you saw me gather men and women, Enter each and all, and use their service, 130 Speak from every mouth,—the speech, a poem, Hardly shall I tell my joys and sorrows, 135 Though the fruit of speech be just this sentence: Pray you, look on these my men and women, 140 Take and keep my fifty poems finished; Where my heart lies, let my brain lie also! XV Not but that you know me! Lo, the moon's self! Here in London, yonder late in Florence, 145 Still we find her face, the thrice-transfigured. Curving on a sky imbrued with color, Drifted over Fiesole by twilight, Came she, our new crescent of a hair's-breadth. Full she flared it, lamping Samminiato, 150 Rounder 'twixt the cypresses and rounder, 155 XVI What, there's nothing in the moon noteworthy? Use, to charm him (so to fit a fancy), All her magic ('t is the old sweet mythos), 160 136. Karshish, etc. These and the names two lines below are characters in his poems. 148. Fiesole. A town on a hill above Florence. 150. Samminiato. In Florence. 160. Mythos, of the mortal whom Diana loved. She would turn a new side to her mortal, Side unseen of herdsman, huntsman, steersman- Blind to Galileo on his turret, Dumb to Homer, dumb to Keats-him, even ! 165 Think, the wonder of the moonstruck mortal— When she turns round, comes again in heaven, 170 Seen by Moses when he climbed the mountain? Climbed and saw the very God, the Highest, 175 Stand upon the paved work of a sapphire. Like the bodied heaven in his clearness Shone the stone, the sapphire of that paved work, XVII What were seen? None knows, none ever shall know. 180 Only this is sure—the sight were other, Not the moon's same side, born late in Florence, Dying now impoverished here in London. God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, 185 XVIII This I say of me, but think of you, Love! 163. Zoroaster. Founder of the ancient Persian religion. Ah, but that's the world's side, there's the wonder, But the best is when I glide from out them, 190 195 Silent silver lights and darks undreamed of, XIX Oh, their Rafael of the dear Madonnas, 200 ALL that I know Of a certain star Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue; My Star. Till my friends have said They would fain see, too, My star that dartles the red and the blue ! Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled : Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it. Incident of the French Camp. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day; 5 ΙΟ 2. A certain star. The metaphor of this suggestive little poem is thus interpreted by Mrs. Orr, in her "Handbook to Browning's Works":"" My Star may be taken as a tribute to the personal element in love; the bright peculiar light in which the sympathetic soul reveals itself to the object of its sympathy." 1. Ratisbon. Or Regensburg, a town on the Danube, 65 miles north of Munich, not far from the river Isar. The "incident" here described was an actual occurrence. |