Jump to content

Page:Helen of Troy and Other Poems.djvu/130

From Wikisource
This page has been validated.
110
On the Tower

Oh bid me go no farther lest I fall,
My foot has slipped upon the rain-worn stones,
Why are the stairs so narrow and so steep?
Let us go back, my lord.

K. Are you afraid,
Who were so dauntless till the walls gave way?
Courage, my sweet. I would that I could climb
A thousand times by wind-swept stairs like these,
That lead so near to heaven.
L. Sir, you may,
You are a knight and very valorous;
I am a woman. I shall never come
This way but once.
(The Knight and the Lady appear on the top of the tower.)
K. Kiss me at last, my love.
L. Oh, my sweet lord, I am too tired to kiss.
Look how the earth is like an emerald,
With rivers veined and flawed with fallow fields.
K. (Lifting her veil) Then I kiss you, a thousand thousand kisses
For all the days ere I had won to you
Beyond the walls and gates you barred so close.
Call me at last your love, your castle's lord.
L. (After a pause) I love you.
(She kisses him. Her veil blows away like a white
butterfly over the parapet. Faint cries and laughter
from men and women under the tower.)
Men and Women. The veil, the lady's veil!
(The knight takes the lady in his arms.)
L. My lord, I pray you loose me from your arms
Lest that my people see how much we love,