"But why do you look so white, my dear, And turn aside your face?

You knew not that good lad, I fear, Though he came from your native place?"

"How could I know that good young man, Though he came from my native town, When he must have left there earlier than I was a woman grown?"

"Ah no. I should have understood!

It shocked you that I gave To you one end of a piece of wood Whose other is in a grave?"

"Don't, dear, despise my intellect, Mere accidental things Of that sort never have effect On my imaginings."

Yet still her lips were limp and wan, Her face still held aside, As if she had known not only John, But known of what he died.

THE SACRILEGE A BALLAD-TRAGEDY (Circa 182-)

PART I

"I have a Love I love too well Where Dunkery frowns on Exon Moor; I have a Love I love too well, To whom, ere she was mine, 'Such is my love for you,' I said, 'That you shall have to hood your head A silken kerchief crimson-red, Wove finest of the fine.'

"And since this Love, for one mad moon, On Exon Wild by Dunkery Tor, Since this my Love for one mad moon Did clasp me as her king, I s.n.a.t.c.hed a silk-piece red and rare From off a stall at Priddy Fair, For handkerchief to hood her hair When we went gallanting.

"Full soon the four weeks neared their end Where Dunkery frowns on Exon Moor; And when the four weeks neared their end, And their swift sweets outwore, I said, 'What shall I do to own Those beauties bright as tulips blown, And keep you here with me alone As mine for evermore?'

"And as she drowsed within my van On Exon Wild by Dunkery Tor - And as she drowsed within my van, And dawning turned to day, She heavily raised her sloe-black eyes And murmured back in softest wise, 'One more thing, and the charms you prize Are yours henceforth for aye.

"'And swear I will I'll never go While Dunkery frowns on Exon Moor To meet the Cornish Wrestler Joe For dance and dallyings.

If you'll to yon cathedral shrine, And finger from the chest divine Treasure to buy me ear-drops fine, And richly jewelled rings.'

"I said: 'I am one who has gathered gear From Marlbury Downs to Dunkery Tor, Who has gathered gear for many a year From mansion, mart and fair; But at G.o.d's house I've stayed my hand, Hearing within me some command - Curbed by a law not of the land From doing damage there.'

"Whereat she pouts, this Love of mine, As Dunkery frowns on Exon Moor, And still she pouts, this Love of mine, So cityward I go.

But ere I start to do the thing, And speed my soul's imperilling For one who is my ravishing And all the joy I know,

"I come to lay this charge on thee - On Exon Wild by Dunkery Tor - I come to lay this charge on thee With solemn speech and sign: Should things go ill, and my life pay For botchery in this rash a.s.say, You are to take hers likewise--yea, The month the law takes mine.

"For should my rival, Wrestler Joe, Where Dunkery frowns on Exon Moor - My reckless rival, Wrestler Joe, My Love's possessor be, My tortured spirit would not rest, But wander weary and distrest Throughout the world in wild protest: The thought nigh maddens me!"

PART II

Thus did he speak--this brother of mine - On Exon Wild by Dunkery Tor, Born at my birth of mother of mine, And forthwith went his way To dare the deed some coming night . . .

I kept the watch with shaking sight, The moon at moments breaking bright, At others glooming gray.

For three full days I heard no sound Where Dunkery frowns on Exon Moor, I heard no sound at all around Whether his fay prevailed, Or one malign the master were, Till some afoot did tidings bear How that, for all his practised care, He had been caught and jailed.

They had heard a crash when twelve had chimed By Mendip east of Dunkery Tor, When twelve had chimed and moonlight climbed; They watched, and he was tracked By arch and aisle and saint and knight Of sculptured stonework sheeted white In the cathedral's ghostly light, And captured in the act.

Yes; for this Love he loved too well Where Dunkery sights the Severn sh.o.r.e, All for this Love he loved too well He burst the holy bars, Seized golden vessels from the chest To buy her ornaments of the best, At her ill-witchery's request And lure of eyes like stars . . .

When bl.u.s.tering March confused the sky In Toneborough Town by Exon Moor, When bl.u.s.tering March confused the sky They stretched him; and he died.

Down in the crowd where I, to see The end of him, stood silently, With a set face he lipped to me - "Remember." "Ay!" I cried.

By night and day I shadowed her From Toneborough Deane to Dunkery Tor, I shadowed her asleep, astir, And yet I could not bear - Till Wrestler Joe anon began To figure as her chosen man, And took her to his shining van - To doom a form so fair!

He made it handsome for her sake - And Dunkery smiled to Exon Moor - He made it handsome for her sake, Painting it out and in; And on the door of apple-green A bright bra.s.s knocker soon was seen, And window-curtains white and clean For her to sit within.

And all could see she clave to him As cleaves a cloud to Dunkery Tor, Yea, all could see she clave to him, And every day I said, "A pity it seems to part those two That hourly grow to love more true: Yet she's the wanton woman who Sent one to swing till dead!"

That blew to blazing all my hate, While Dunkery frowned on Exon Moor, And when the river swelled, her fate Came to her pitilessly . . .

I dogged her, crying: "Across that plank They use as bridge to reach yon bank A coat and hat lie limp and dank; Your goodman's, can they be?"

She paled, and went, I close behind - And Exon frowned to Dunkery Tor, She went, and I came up behind And tipped the plank that bore Her, fleetly flitting across to eye What such might bode. She slid awry; And from the current came a cry, A gurgle; and no more.

How that befell no mortal knew From Marlbury Downs to Exon Moor; No mortal knew that deed undue But he who schemed the crime, Which night still covers . . . But in dream Those ropes of hair upon the stream He sees, and he will hear that scream Until his judgment-time.

THE ABBEY MASON (Inventor of the "Perpendicular" Style of Gothic Architecture)

The new-vamped Abbey shaped apace In the fourteenth century of grace;

(The church which, at an after date, Acquired cathedral rank and state.)

Panel and circ.u.mscribing wall Of latest feature, trim and tall,

Rose roundabout the Norman core In prouder pose than theretofore,

Encasing magically the old With parpend ashlars manifold.

The trowels rang out, and tracery Appeared where blanks had used to be.

Men toiled for pleasure more than pay, And all went smoothly day by day,

Till, in due course, the transept part Engrossed the master-mason's art.

- Home-coming thence he tossed and turned Throughout the night till the new sun burned.

"What fearful visions have inspired These gaingivings?" his wife inquired;

"As if your tools were in your hand You have hammered, fitted, muttered, planned;

"You have thumped as you were working hard: I might have found me bruised and scarred.

"What then's amiss. What eating care Looms nigh, whereof I am unaware?"