The Complete Poems of Robert Browning - 22 Poetry Collections in One Edition. Robert Browning
Of the incessant carroch, even: “Haste —
“The candle ‘s at the gateway! ere it waste,
“Each soldier stand beside it, armed to march
“With Tiso Sampier through the eastern arch!”
Ferrara’s succoured, Palma!
Once again
They sat together; some strange thing in train
To say, so difficult was Palma’s place
In taking, with a coy fastidious grace
Like the bird’s flutter ere it fix and feed.
But when she felt she held her friend indeed
Safe, she threw back her curls, began implant
Her lessons; telling of another want
Goito’s quiet nourished than his own;
Palma — to serve him — to be served, alone
Importing; Agnes’ milk so neutralized
The blood of Ecelin. Nor be surprised
If, while Sordello fain had captive led
Nature, in dream was Palma subjected
To some out-soul, which dawned not though she pined
Delaying, till its advent, heart and mind
Their life. “How dared I let expand the force
“Within me, till some out-soul, whose resource
“It grew for, should direct it? Every law
“Of life, its every fitness, every flaw,
“Must One determine whose corporeal shape
“Would be no other than the prime escape
“And revelation to me of a Will
“Orb-like o’ershrouded and inscrutable
“Above, save at the point which, I should know,
“Shone that myself, my powers, might overflow
“So far, so much; as now it signified
“Which earthly shape it henceforth chose my guide,
“Whose mortal lip selected to declare
“Its oracles, what fleshly garb would wear
“ — The first of intimations, whom to love;
“The next, how love him. Seemed that orb, above
“The castle-covert and the mountain-close,
“Slow in appearing? — if beneath it rose
“Cravings, aversions, — did our green precinct
“Take pride in me, at unawares distinct
“With this or that endowment, — how, repressed
“At once, such jetting power shrank to the rest!
“Was I to have a chance touch spoil me, leave
“My spirit thence unfitted to receive
“The consummating spell? — that spell so near
“Moreover! ‘Waits he not the waking year?
“‘His almond-blossoms must be honey-ripe
“‘By this; to welcome him, fresh runnels stripe
“‘The thawed ravines; because of him, the wind
“‘Walks like a herald. I shall surely find
“‘Him now!’
”And chief, that earnest April morn
“Of Richard’s Love-court, was it time, so worn
“And white my cheek, so idly my blood beat,
“Sitting that morn beside the Lady’s feet
“And saying as she prompted; till outburst
“One face from all the faces. Not then first
“I knew it; where in maple chamber glooms,
“Crowned with what sanguine-heart pomegranate blooms,
“Advanced it ever? Men’s acknowledgment
“Sanctioned my own: ‘t was taken, Palma’s bent, —
“Sordello, — recognized, accepted.
“Dumb
“Sat she still scheming. Ecelin would come
“Gaunt, scared, ‘Cesano baffles me,’ he ‘d say:
“‘Better I fought it out, my father’s way!
“‘Strangle Ferrara in its drowning flats,
“‘And you and your Taurello yonder! — what’s
“‘Romano’s business there?’ An hour’s concern
“To cure the froward Chief! — induce return
“As heartened from those overmeaning eyes,
“Wound up to persevere, — his enterprise
“Marked out anew, its exigent of wit
“Apportioned, — she at liberty to sit
“And scheme against the next emergence, I —
“To covet her Taurello-sprite, made fly
“Or fold the wing — to con your horoscope
“For leave command those steely shafts shoot ope,
“Or straight assuage their blinding eagerness
“In blank smooth snow What semblance of success
“To any of my plans for making you
“Mine and Romano’s? Break the first wall through,
“Tread o’er the ruins of the Chief, supplant
“His sons beside, still, vainest were the vaunt:
“There, Salinguerra would obstruct me sheer,
“And the insuperable Tuscan, here,
“Stay me! But one wild eve that Lady died
“In her lone chamber: only I beside:
“Taurello far at Naples, and my sire
“At Padua, Ecelin away in ire
“With Alberic. She held me thus — a clutch
“To make our spirits as our bodies touch —
“And so began flinging the past up heaps
“Of uncouth treasure from their sunless sleeps
“Within her soul; deeds rose along with dreams,
“Fragments of many miserable schemes,
“Secrets, more secrets, then — no, not the last —
“‘Mongst others, like a casual trick o’ the past,
“How … ay, she told me, gathering up her face,
“All left of it, into one arch-grimace
“To die with …
”Friend, ‘t is gone! but not the fear
“Of that fell laughing, heard as now I hear.
“Nor faltered voice, nor seemed her heart grow weak
“When i’ the midst abrupt she ceased to speak
“ — Dead, as to serve a purpose, mark! — for in
“Rushed o’ the very instant Ecelin
“(How summoned, who divines?) — looking as if
“He understood why Adelaide lay stiff