THE BLAMELESS PRINCE
Who ask your scorn, as viler than you deem
Your vilest, and am nothing that I seem!"
With such a cry his conscience riotous
Had thrown, perchance, the burden on it laid,
But love and pity held his voice; and thus
The paramours their constant penance made;
False to themselves, before the world a lie,
Yet each for each had cast the whole world by.
In those transcendent moments, when the fire
Leapt up between them rapturous and bright,
One incompleteness bred a wild desire
To let the rest have token of its light;
So natural seemed their love,—so hapless, too,
They might not make it glorious to view,
And speak their joy. 'T was all as they had come,
They two, in some far wildwood wandering mazed,
Upon a mighty cataract, whose foam
And splendor ere that time had never dazed
Men's eyes, nor any hearing save their own
Could listen to its immemorial moan,
And felt amid their triumph bitter pain
That only for themselves was spread that sight.
Oft, when his comrades sang a tender strain,
And music, talk, and wine outlasted night,
Rose in the Prince's throat this sudden tide,
"And I,—I also know where Love doth hide!"
Yet still the seals were ever on his mouth;
No heart, save one, his joy and dole might share.
Passed on the winter's rain and summer's drouth;
Friends more and more, and lovers true, the pair,
Though life its passion and its youth had spent,
Still kept their faith as seasons came and went.
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