All round a hedge upshoots, and shows And grapes with bunches red as blood; When will the hundred summers die, Bring truth that sways the soul of men? Here all things in their place remain, As all were ordered, ages since. Come, Care and Pleasure, Hope and Pain, And bring the fated fairy Prince. THE SLEEPING BEAUTY. Year after year unto her feet, She lying on her couch alone, Across the purple coverlet, On either side her tranced form Forth streaming from a braid of pearl: The slumbrous light is rich and warm, And moves not on the rounded curl. The silk star-broidered coverlid Unto her limbs itself doth mould Languidly ever; and, amid Her full black ringlets downward rolled, Glows forth each softly-shadowed arm With bracelets of the diamond bright: Her constant beauty doth inform Stillness with love, and day with light. She sleeps: her breathings are not heard In palace chambers far apart. The fragrant tresses are not stirred That lie upon her charmed heart. THE ARRIVAL. All precious things, discovered late, And draws the veil from hidden worth. He travels far from other skies His mantle glitters on the rocks A fairy Prince, with joyful eyes, And lighter-footed than the fox. The bodies and the bones of those "They perished in their daring deeds." This proverb flashes through his head, "The many fail: the one succeeds." He comes, scarce knowing what he seeks: He breaks the hedge: he enters there: The color flies into his cheeks: On either side her tranced form Forth streaming from a braid of pearl : The slumbrous light is rich and warm, And moves not on the rounded curl. The silk star-broidered coverlid Unto her limbs itself doth mould Languidly ever; and, amid Her full black ringlets downward rolled, Glows forth each softly-shadowed arm With bracelets of the diamond bright: Her constant beauty doth inform Stillness with love, and day with light. She sleeps: her breathings are not heard In palace chambers far apart. The fragrant tresses are not stirred That lie upon her charmed heart. THE ARRIVAL. All precious things, discovered late, And draws the veil from hidden worth. He travels far from other skies His mantle glitters on the rocks A fairy Prince, with joyful eyes, And lighter-footed than the fox. The bodies and the bones of those He They perished in their daring deeds." This proverb flashes through his head, "The many fail: the one succeeds." He comes, scarce knowing what he seeks : He breaks the hedge: he enters there: The color flies into his cheeks: |