While the rushing of the iron steel is stirred ? Is it likely God, with angels singing round him, "Two words, indeed, of praying we remember, And at midnight's hour of harm, 'Our Father,' looking upward in the chamber, We say softly for a charm. We know no other words, except Our Father,' And we think that, in some pause of angels' song, God may pluck them with the silence sweet to gather, And hold both within His right hand, which is strong. 'Our Father!' If He heard us, He would surely (For they call Him good and mild) Answer, smiling down the steep world very purely, " 'Come and rest with me, my child.' 'But no!" say the children, weeping faster, He is speechless as a stone. And they tell us of His image is the master Go to!" say the children-" up in Heaven, For God's possible is taught by His world's loving, And the children doubt of each. And well may the children weep before you! They have never seen the sunshine, nor the glory, They know the grief of man without his wisdom They look up, with their pale and sunken faces, And their look is dread to see, For they mind you of their angels in high places, With eyes turned on deity! ; How long," they say, "how long, O cruel nation, Will you stand, to move the world, on a child's heart Stifle down with a mailed heel its palpitation, But the child's sob in the silence curses deeper ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST She no Mrs. Browning was certainly a romantic little girl; but she did not write ready-made romance. doubt thought of the beautiful things that were to happen to her, as does "Little Ellie" in her poem. LITTLE Ellie sits alone 'Mid the beeches of a meadow She has thrown her bonnet by, Little Ellie sits alone, And the smile she softly uses Fills the silence like a speech Little Ellie in her smile The swan's nest among the reeds. "And the steed shall be red-roan, And the lover shall be noble, With an eye that takes the breath: And the lute he plays upon Shall strike ladies into trouble, As his sword strikes men to death. "And the steed it shall be shod All in silver, housed in azure, And the mane shall swim the wind; And the hoofs along the sod Shall flash onward and keep measure, Till the shepherds look behind. "But my lover shall not prize All the glory that he rides in, When he gazes in my face: He will say, 'O Love thine eyes Build the shrine my soul abides in, And I kneel here for thy grace!' 'Then, ay, then he shall kneel low, With the red-roan steed anear him Which shall seem to understand, Till I answer, "Rise and go! For the world must love and fear him Whom I gift with heart and hand.' Then he will arise so pale, I shall feel my own lips tremble I will utter and dissemble 'Light to-morrow with to-day! "Then he'll ride among the hills "Three times shall a young foot-page Swim the stream and climb the mountain And kneel down beside my feet'Lo, my master sends this gage, Lady, for thy pity's counting! What wilt thou exchange for it?' And the first time I will send "Then the young foot-page will run, He will kiss me on the mouth Then, and lead me as a lover Through the crowds that praise his deeds: And when soul-tied by one troth, Unto him I will discover That swan's nest among the reeds." |