Dramatic Lyrics.
QUEEN-WORSHIP.
I.—RUDEL AND THE LADY OF TRIPOLI.
i.
I know a Mount the Sun perceives
First when he visits, last, too, when he leaves
The world; and it repays
The day-long glory of his gaze
By no change of its large calm steadfast front of snow.
A Flower I know,
He cannot have perceived, that changes ever
At his approach, and in the lost endeavour
To live his life, has parted, one by one,
With all a flower's true graces, for the grace
Of being but a foolish mimic sun,
With ray-like florets round a disk-like face.
Men nobly call by many a name the Mount,
As over many a land of theirs its large
Calm steadfast front, like a triumphal targe
Is reared, and still with old names, fresh names vie,
Each to its proper praise and own account:
Men call the Flower, the Sunflower, sportively.
I know a Mount the Sun perceives
First when he visits, last, too, when he leaves
The world; and it repays
The day-long glory of his gaze
By no change of its large calm steadfast front of snow.
A Flower I know,
He cannot have perceived, that changes ever
At his approach, and in the lost endeavour
To live his life, has parted, one by one,
With all a flower's true graces, for the grace
Of being but a foolish mimic sun,
With ray-like florets round a disk-like face.
Men nobly call by many a name the Mount,
As over many a land of theirs its large
Calm steadfast front, like a triumphal targe
Is reared, and still with old names, fresh names vie,
Each to its proper praise and own account:
Men call the Flower, the Sunflower, sportively.
ii.
Oh, Angel of the East, one, one gold look
Across the waters to this twilight nook,
—The far sad waters, Angel, to this nook!
Oh, Angel of the East, one, one gold look
Across the waters to this twilight nook,
—The far sad waters, Angel, to this nook!
iii.
Dear Pilgrim, art thou for the East indeed?
Go! Saying ever as thou dost proceed
Dear Pilgrim, art thou for the East indeed?
Go! Saying ever as thou dost proceed
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