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To share remorse and scorn and soli. Brighter than morning light, and pares tude,

than And all the ills that wait on those who The water of the springs of Himalah do

Indian. You waked not? The tasks of ruin in the world of life. Lady.

Not until my dream lle fied, and I have followed him.

became Indian.

Such a one Like a child's legend on the tideles Is he who was the winter of my peace.

sand, But, fairest stranger, when didst thou Which the first foam erases half, and half depart

Leaves legible. At length I rose, and From the far hills where rise the springs went, of India,

Visiting my flowers from pot to poi, How didst thou pass the intervening sea ? and thought Lady. If I be sure I am not dream. To set new cuttings in the empty urns, ing now,

And when I came to that beside the I should not doubt to say it was a dream.

lattice, Methought a star came down from heaven, I saw two little dark-green leares And rested ’mid the plants of India, Lifting the light mould at their birth, Which I had given a shelter from the and then frost

I half-remembered my forgotten dream. Within my chamber. There the meteor And day by day, green as a gourd in

June, Panting forth light among the leaves The plant grew fresh and thick, yet no and flowers,

one knew As if it lived, and was outworn with What plant it was; its stem and tendrils speed;

seemed Or that it loved, and passion made the Like emerald snakes, mottled and pulse

diamonded Of its bright life throb like an anxious With azure mail and streaks of woven heart,

silver; Till it diffused itself, and all the chamber | And all the sheaths that folded the dark And walls seemed melted into emerald

buds fire

Rose like the crest of cobra-di-capel, That burned not; in the midst of which Until the golden eye of the bright flower, appeared

Through the dark lashes of those veined A spirit like a child, and laughed aloud

lids, A thrilling peal of such sweet merriment | Disencumbered of their silent sleep, As made the blood tingle in my warm Gazed like a star into the morning light. feet :

Its leaves were delicate, you almost saw Then bent over a vase, and murmuring The pulses Low, unintelligible melodies,

With which the purple velvet flower was Placed something in the mould like melon seeds,

To overtlow, and like a poet's heart And slowly faded, and in place of it Changing bright fancy to sweet sentiment, A soft hand issued from the veil of fire, Changed half the light to fragrance. It Holding a cup like a magnolia flower,

soon fell, And poured upon the earth within the And to a green and dewy embryo-fruit

Left all its treasured beauty. Day by The element with which it overflowed,


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I nursed the plant, and on the double Whose pulse, elapsed in unlike symflute

pathies, Played to it on the sunny winter days Kept time Soft melodies, as sweet as April rain Among the snowy water-lily buds. On silent leaves, and sang those words Its shape was such as summer melody in which

Of the south wind in spicy vales might Passion makes Echo taunt the sleeping

give strings;

| To some light cloud bound from the And I would send tales of forgotten love golden dawn Late into the lone night, and sing wild | To fairy isles of evening, and it seemed songs

In hue and form that it had been a mirror Of maids deserted in the olden time, | Of all the hues and forms around it and And weep like a soft cloud in April's Upon it pictured by the sunny beams bosom

Which, from the bright vibrations of the Upon the sleeping eyelids of the plant,

pool, So that perhaps it dreamed that Spring Were thrown upon the rasters and the was come,

roof And crept abroad into the moonlight air, Of boughs and leaves, and on the pillared And loosened all its limbs, as, noon by

stems noon,

Of the dark sylvan temple, and reflections The sun averted less his oblique beam. Of every infant flower and star of moss Indian. And the plant died not in And veined leaf in the azure odorous air. the frost ?

And thus it lay in the Elysian calm Lady.

It grew; Of its own beauty, floating on the line And went out of the lattice which I left Which, like a film in purest space, Half open for it, trailing its quaint spires I divided Along the garden and across the lawn, The heaven beneath the water from the And down the slope of moss and through I heaven the tufts

Above the clouds; and every day I went Of wild-flower roots, and stumps of trees Watching its growth and wondering; o'ergrown

And as the day grew hot, methought I With simple lichens, and old hoary stones,

saw On to the margin of the glassy pool, A glassy vapour dancing on the pool, Even to a nook of unblown violets | And on it little quaint and filmy shapes, And lilies-of-the-valley yet unborn, With dizzy motion, wheel and rise and Under a pine with ivy overgrown.

fall, And there its fruit lay like a sleeping Like clouds of gnats with perfect linealizard

ments. Under the shadows; but when Spring indeed

O friend, sleep was a veil uplift from Came to unswathe her infants, and the heavenHilies

As if heaven dawned upon the world of Peeped from their bright green masks dreamto wonder at

When darkness rose on the extinguished This shape of autumn couched in their day recess,

Out of the eastern wilderness. Then it dilated, and it grew until


I too One half lay floating on the fountain Have found a moment's paradise in sleep wave,

| Half compensate a hell of waking sorrow. That sin and wrongs wound ss 3 CHARLES THE FIRST

orphan's cry,

The patience of the great Avenger's ea. DRAMATIS PERSOVE

d Youth. Yet, father, 'tis a har

sight to see,

Beautiful, innocent, and unforbauden
LAUD, Archbishop of Canterbury. By God or man ;- 'tis like the brat
WENTWORTH, Earl of Strafford.


Of skiey visions in a solemn dream

From which men wake as from a pars-
WILLIAMS, Bishop of Lincoln.
Secretary LYTTELTON.


And draw new strength to treat the

thorns of life.
ARCHY, the Court Fool.

If God be good, wherefore should thes

be evil?

And if this be not evil, dost thou not
Sir HakRY VANE the younger.


Unseasonable poison from the flowers

Which bloom so rarely in this bamid

world? Gentlemen of the Inns of Court, Citizens, Pur.

suitants, Marshalsmen, Law Students, Oh, kill these bitter thoughts which make Judges, Clerk.

the present

Dark as the future !

When Avarice and Tyranny, vigilant

Fear, A Pursuivant. Place, for the Marshal | And open-eyed Conspiracy lie slecping of the Mask!

As on Hell's threshold ; and all gentle First Citizen. What thinkest thou thoughts

of this quaint mask which turns, Waken to worship Ilim who giveth joys Like morning from the shadow of the With his own gist. night,

Second Citizen. How young art thou The night to day, and London to a in this old age of time! place

| How green in this gray world! Canst Of peace and joy?

thou discern Second Citizen.

And Hell to | The signs of seasons, yet perceive no Heaven.

hint Eight years are gone,

| or change in that stage-scene in which And they seem hours, since in this thou art populous street

Not a spectator but an actor? or I trod on grass made green by summer's Art thou a puppet moved by (enginery]? rain,

The day that dawns in fire will die in For the red plague kept state within

storms, that palace

Even though the noon be calm. My Where now reigns vanity. In nine years travel's done, more

Before the whirlwind wakes I shall have The roots will be refreshed with civil found blood;

My inn of lasting rest; but thou must And thank the mercy of insulted Heaven


Be journeying on in this inclement air. There's old Sir Henry Vane, the Earl Wrap thy old cloak about thy back;

of Pembroke, Nor leave the broad and plain and Lord Essex, and Lord Keeper Coventry, beaten road,

And others who make base their English Although no flowers smile on the trodden

breed dust,

By vile participation of their honours For the violet paths of pleasure. This with papists, atheists, tyrants, and Charles the First

apostates. Rose like the equinoctial sun, ... When lawyers mask ’ris time for honest By vapours, through whose threatening

men ominous veil

To strip the vizor from their purposes. Darting his altered influence he has A seasonable time for maskers this! gained

When Englishmen and Protestants should This height of noon— from which he sit must decline

dust on their dishonoured Amid the darkness of conflicting storms, heads, To dank extinction and to latest | To avert the wrath of him whose scourge night ...

is felt There goes the apostate Strafford; he For the great sins which have drawn whose titles

down from Heaven whispered aphorisms

and foreign overthrow. From Machiavel and Bacon: and, if The remnant of the martyred saints in Judas

Rochefort Had been as brazen and as bold as Have been abandoned by their faithless he

allies First Citizen. That is the Archbishop. | To that idolatrous and adulterous torturer Second Citizen. Rather say the Lewis of France,-the Palatinate is Pope:

lost-London will be soon his Rome: he

| Enter LEIGHTON (who has been branded As if he trod upon the heads of men :

in the face) and BASTWICK. He looks elate, drunken with blood and Canst thou be--art thou---? gold ;

Leighton. I was Leighton : what Beside him moves the Babylonian lam thou seest. And yet turn thine eyes, woman

And with thy memory look on thy friend's Invisibly, and with her as with his mind, shadow,

Which is unchanged, and where is Mitred adulterer! he is joined in sin,

written deep Which turns Heaven's milk of mercy to | The sentence of my judge. revenge.

Third Citizen. Are these the Third Citizen (lifling up his eyes). marks with which Good Lord ! rain it down upon him!... Laud thinks to improve the image of Amid her ladies walks the papist his Maker queen,

Stamped on the face of man? Curses As if her nice feet scorned our English upon him,

The impious tyrant ! The Canaanitish Jezebel! I would be | Second Citizen. It is said besides A dog if I might tear her with my | That lewd and papist drunkards may teeth!




The Sabbath with their . . .

Rouse up the astonished air. And has permitted that most heathenish First Citizen. I will not think but custom

that our country's wounds Of dancing round a pole dressed up with May yet be healed. The king is just wreaths

and gracious, On May-day.

Though wicked counsels now pervert A man who thus twice crucifies his God his will: May well

his brother.-In my These once cast offmind, friend,

Second Citizen. As adders cast The root of all this ill is prelacy.

their skins I would cut up the root.

And keep their venom, so kings ofien Third Citizon. And by what change; means ?

Councils and counsellors hang on one Second Citizen. Smiting each Bishop another, under the fifth rib,

Hiding the loathsome ..., Third Citizen. You seem to know | Like the base patchwork or a leper's rags the vulnerable place

The Youth. O, still those dissonant Of these same crocodiles.

thoughts !List how the music Second Citizen.

I learnt it in Grows on the enchanted air ! And see, Egyptian bondage, sir. Your worm of the torches Nile

Restlessly flashing, and the crowd Betrays not with its Battering tears like divided they ;

Like waves before an admiral's prow! For, when they cannot kill, they whine | A Marshalsman.

Give place and weep.

To the Marshal of the Mask ! Nor is it half so greedy of men's bodies A Pursuirant.

Room for As they of soul and all; nor does it the King ! wallow

The Youth. How glorious! See In slime as they in simony and lies

those thronging chariots And close lusts of the flesh.

Rolling, like painted clouds before the A Marshalsman. Give place, give wind, place!

Behind their solemn steeds : how some You torch-bearers, advance to the great are shaped

Like curved shells dyed by the azure And then attend the Marshal of the depths Mask

Of Indian seas; some like the new-born Into the Royal presence.

moon ; A Law Student. What thinkest And some like cars in which the Romans thou

climbed of this quaint show of ours, my agèd |(Canopied by Victory's eagle wings outfriend?

spread) Even now we see the redness of the The Capitolian--See how gloriously torches

The mettled horses in the torchlight stir Inflame the night to the eastward, and | Their gallant riders, while they check the clarions

their pride, Gasp to us on the wind's wave. It Like shapes of some diviner element comes!

Than English air, and beings nobler And their sounds, floating bither round

than the pageant,

| The envious and admiring multitude.


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