The Complete Poems of Robert Browning - 22 Poetry Collections in One Edition. Robert Browning
Adelaide he dared scarce view unveiled
“This morn, naked across the fire: how crown
“The archer that exhausted lays you down
“Your infant, smiling at the flame, and dies?
“While one, while mine…
”Bacchus! I think there lies
“More than one corpse there” (and he paced the room)
“ — Another cinder somewhere: ‘t was my doom
“Beside, my doom! If Adelaide is dead,
“I live the same, this Azzo lives instead
“Of that to me, and we pull, any how,
“Este into a heap: the matter ‘s now
“At the true juncture slipping us so oft.
“Ay, Heinrich died and Otho, please you, doffed
“His crown at such a juncture! Still, if hold
“Our Friedrich’s purpose, if this chain enfold
“The neck of… who but this same Ecelin
“That must recoil when the best days begin!
“Recoil? that ‘s nought; if the recoiler leaves
“His name for me to fight with, no one grieves:
“But he must interfere, forsooth, unlock
“His cloister to become my stumbling-block
“Just as of old! Ay, ay, there ‘t is again —
“The land’s inevitable Head — explain
“The reverences that subject us! Count
“These Ecelins now! Not to say as fount,
“Originating power of thought, — from twelve
“That drop i’ the trenches they joined hands to delve,
“Six shall surpass him, but… why men must twine
“Somehow with something! Ecelin ‘s a fine
“Clear name! ‘Twere simpler, doubtless, twine with me
“At once: our cloistered friend’s capacity
“Was of a sort! I had to share myself
“In fifty portions, like an o’ertasked elf
“That ‘s forced illume in fifty points the vast
“Rare vapour he ‘s environed by. At last
“My strengths, though sorely frittered, e’en converge
“And crown… no, Bacchus, they have yet to urge
“The man be crowned!
”That aloe, an he durst,
“Would climb! Just such a bloated sprawler first
“I noted in Messina’s castle-court
“The day I came, when Heinrich asked in sport
“If I would pledge my faith to win him back
“His right in Lombardy: ‘for, once bid pack
“Marauders,’ he continued, `in my stead
“‘You rule, Taurello!’ and upon this head
`Laid the silk glove of Constance — I see her
“Too, mantled head to foot in miniver,
“Retrude following!
“I am absolved
“From further toil: the empery devolved
“On me, ‘t was Tito’s word: I have to lay
“For once my plan, pursue my plan my way,
“Prompt nobody, and render an account
“Taurello to Taurello! Nay, I mount
“To Friedrich: he conceives the post I kept,
“ — Who did true service, able or inept,
“Who ‘s worthy guerdon, Ecelin or I.
“Me guerdoned, counsel follows: would he vie
“With the Pope really? Azzo, Boniface
“Compose a right-arm Hohenstauffen’s race
“Must break ere govern Lombardy. I point
“How easy ‘t were to twist, once out of joint,
“The socket from the bone: my Azzo’s stare
“Meanwhile! for I, this idle strap to wear,
“Shall — fret myself abundantly, what end
“To serve? There ‘s left me twenty years to spend
“ — How better than my old way? Had I one
“Who laboured overthrow my work — a son
“Hatching with Azzo superb treachery,
“To root my pines up and then poison me,
“Suppose — ’t were worth while frustrate that! Beside,
“Another life’s ordained me: the world’s tide
“Rolls, and what hope of parting from the press
“Of waves, a single wave though weariness
“Gently lifted aside, laid upon shore?
“My life must be lived out in foam and roar,
“No question. Fifty years the province held
“Taurello; troubles raised, and troubles quelled,
“He in the midst — who leaves this quaint stone place,
“These trees a year or two, then not a trace
“Of him! How obtain hold, fetter men’s tongues
“Like this poor minstrel with the foolish songs —
“To which, despite our bustle, he is linked?
“ — Flowers one may teaze, that never grow extinct.
“Ay, that patch, surely, green as ever, where
“I set Her Moorish lentisk, by the stair,
“To overawe the aloes; and we trod
“Those flowers, how call you such? — into the sod;
“A stately foreigner — a world of pain
“To make it thrive, arrest rough winds — all vain!
“It would decline; these would not be destroyed:
“And now, where is it? where can you avoid
“The flowers? I frighten children twenty years
“Longer! — which way, too, Ecelin appears
“To thwart me, for his son’s besotted youth
“Gives promise of the proper tiger — tooth:
“They feel it at Vicenza! Fate, fate, fate,
“My fine Taurello! Go you, promulgate
“Friedrich’s decree, and here ‘s shall aggrandise
“Young Ecelin — your Prefect’s badge! a prize
“Too precious, certainly.
”How now? Compete
“With my old comrade? shuffle from their seat
“His children? Paltry dealing! Do n’t I know
“Ecelin? now, I think, and years ago!
“What ‘s changed — the weakness? did not I compound
“For that, and undertake to keep him sound