Helen of Troy And Other Poems (66)

    K.May they not see us？All of them have loved.

    L.But you have been an enemy, my lord,With walls between us and

    with moss-grown moats,Now on a sudden must I kiss your mouth？I who was taught before I learned to speakThat all my house was hostile unto yours,Now can I put my head against your breastHere in the sight of all who choose to come？

    K.Are we not past the caring for their eyesAnd nearer to the heaven than to earth？Look up and see.

    L.I only see your face. （She touches his hair with her hands.Murmuring under the tower.） K.Why came we here in all the noon-day lightWith only darting swallows over usTo make a speck of darkness on the sun？Let us go down where walls will shut us round.Your castle has a hundred quiet halls,A hundred chambers, where the shadows lieOn things put by, forgotten long ago.Forgotten lutes with strings that Time has slackened,We two shall draw them close and bid them sing ——Forgotten games, forgotten books still openWhere you had laid them by at vesper-time,And your embroidery, whereon half-workedWeeps Amor wounded by a rose's thorn.Shall I not see the room in which you slept,Palpitant still and breathing of your thoughts,Where maiden dreams adown the ways of sleepSwept noiselessly with damosels and knightsTo tourneys where the trumpet made no sound,Blow as he might, the scarlet trumpeter,And were the dreams not sometimes brimmed with tearsThat waked you when the night was loneliest？Will you not bring me to your oratoryWhere prayers arose like little birds set freeStill upward, upward without sound of flight？Shall I not find your turrets toward the north,Where you defied white winter armed for war；Your southern casements where the sun blows inBetween the leaf-bent boughs the wind has lifted？Shall we not see the sunrise toward the east,Watch dawn by dawn the rose of day unfoldingIts golden-hearted beauty sovereignly；And toward the west look quietly at evening？Shall I not see all these and all your treasures？In carven coffers hidden in the darkHave you not laid a sapphire lit with flameAnd amethysts set round with deep-wrought gold,Perhaps a ruby？

    L.All my gems are yoursAnd all my chambers curtained from the

    sun.My lord shall see them all, in time, in time.

    （The sun begins to sink.）

    K.Shall I not see them now？To-day, to-night？

    L.How could I show you in one day, my lord,My castle and my

    treasures and my tower？Let all the days to come suffice for thisSince all the past days made them what they are.You will not be impatient, my sweet lord.Some of the halls have long been locked and barred,And some have secret doors and hard to findTill suddenly you touch them unawares,And down a sable way runs silver light.We two will search together for the keys,But not to-day.Let us sit here to-day,Since all is yours and always will be yours.

    （The stars appear faintly one by one.）

    K.（After a pause.）I grow a little drowsy with the dusk.

    L.（Singing.） There was a man that loved a maid, （Sleep and take your rest） Over her lips his kiss was laid, Over her heart, his breast. （The knight sleeps.） All of his vows were sweet to hear, Sweet was his kiss to take； Why was her breast so quick to fear, Why was her heart, to break？ Why was the man so glad to woo？ （Sleep and take your rest） Why were the maiden's words so few ——

    （She sees that he is asleep, and slipping off her long cloak-likeouter garment, she pillows his head upon it against the parapet,and half kneeling at his feet she sings very softly：）

    I love you, I love you, I love you, I am the flower at your feet, The birds and the stars are above you, My place is more sweet.

    The birds and the stars are above you, They envy the flower in the grass, For I, only I, while I love you Can die as you pass.

    （Light clouds veil the stars, growing denser constantly.The castle bell rings for vespers, and rising, the lady movesto a corner of the parapet and kneels there.）

    L.Ave Maria！ gratia plena, Dominus ——

    Voice of the Page （from the foot of the tower.）My lord, my lord, they call for you at court！

    （The knight wakes.It is now quite dark.）

    There is a tourney toward； your enemyHas challenged you.My lord, make haste to come！

    （The knight rises and gropes his way toward the stairs.）

    K.I will make haste.Await me where you are. （To himself.）There was a lady on this tower with me ——（He glances around hurriedly but does not see her in the darkness.） Page.My lord has far to ride before the dawn！

    K.（To himself.）Why should I tarry？

    （To the page.）Bring my horse and shield！

    （He descends.As the noise of his footfall on the stairs dies away,the

    lady gropes toward the stairway, then turns suddenly, and going tothe ledge where they have sat, she throws herself over the parapet.） CURTAIN.