MARGARET. O sweet pale Margaret, What lit your eyes with tearful Of pensive thought and aspect pale, From all things outward you have won A tearful grace, as though you stood Between the rainbow and the sun. The senses with a still delight Of dainty sorrow without sound, You love, remaining peaceful, To hear the murmur of the strife Your spirit is the calméd sea, Laid by the tumult of the fight. You are the evening star, alway Remaining betwixt dark and bright: Lull'd echoes of laborious day Come to you, gleams of mellow light What can it matter, Margaret, What songs below the waning stars, The lion-heart, Plantagenet, Sang, looking through his prison bars? The last wild thought of Chatelet, A fairy shield your Genius made, And gave you on your natal day. But more human in your moods, Than your twin-sister, Adeline, Touched with a somewhat darker hue, But ever trembling through the dew O sweet pale Margaret, O rare pale Margaret, Come down, come down, and hear me speak: Or only look across the lawn, Look out below your bower eaves, Look down, and let your blue eyes dawn Upon me through the jasmine leaves. MY HUSBAND. A surging crowd, a woman's piteous cry, But the full meaning I have rightly guessedAnother tenant for the prison cell, A woman, too! the pity of it all! What has she done? Alas! I cannot tell; * I find the woman sitting in her cell, Wringing her hands, and shedding bitter tears, Her thin, pale cheeks their tale of sorrow tell; Her bony form, too, bent, but not with years. . Her eyes meet mine, but ere my tongue can speak She falls upon her knees upon the floor, Crying, "Oh! God forgive me, I was weak But he will die, and I could beg no more. ; "Why have you torn me from him? Let me go! A big strong man, sir, murdered in his prime! I could not beg the food; I stole instead; Stole, sir, to save his life! Was that a crime? "For fifteen years we've labored side by side; We could not feed them as they should be fed. They died! We tried to say, 'Thy will be done,' But 'tisn't easy when your hopes are dead. "And many a time we said we'd have no more, But when we saw some neighbor's baby-boy, And watched his childish gambols round our door, And marked the mother's pride, the father's joyWhy, we were human, sir, and thought, alas! That Heaven perchance might let the next one stay But one by one they withered like the grass, And one by one they died and passed away. "And all the years we've struggled, he and I, "And we have waited-sometimes waited long- They only guess who such a grief have known. "And then this illness came and struck him down, To earn him food, and help and pay the way. "For two days I had neither bite nor sup. Oh how I suffered; but he never knew. And every hour more bitter grew my cup, For every hour still worse and worse he grew. Then work ran short. I begged, and begged in vain. 'Cheer up my lass,' he said, 'the times will mend! We've trusted God before; let's trust again; We need not fear while we have such a friend!' "But every day the fiercer grew our need, And hunger gnawed us like a savage beast. My frenzied brain conceived the desperate deed [least. Of theft! Was't crime? "Twould save his life at God knows that I could see no other way. Had I not begged and prayed-and both in vain? I did not think of what the world might sayIf that would save him, I could bear the stain! "I stood outside a fashionable shop, And watched the tide of wealth go rolling in; My soul burned with the fever of my sin! "But I was weak and faint, and swifter feet Than mine were following, and soon ran me down. Policemen came and dragged me through the street; And I am now the by-word of the town. And he is dying there, while I am here, And cannot soothe or raise his fevered head. For God's sake, take me to him! Never fear, I'll come back here again-when he is dead! "Do with me what you will when he is gone; Do with me what you will, but let him live! |