Henry the Leper (fair copy, Huntington Library) Dante Gabriel Rossetti 1 © Huntington Library Henry the Leper Dante Gabriel Rossetti 1846 draft 67 pages The text is transcribed on the rectos of the notebook pages. DGR DGR Huntington Library HM6087 Commentary
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This fair copy manuscript was printer's copy for the first publication of the poem in volume II of WMR's 1886 first <hi rend="i">Collected Edition</hi> of DGR's works. In 1905 it was published again, with a facsimile of the manuscript and an editorial introduction by William P. Trent, by the Bibliophile Society for the then owner of the manuscript, the collector W. K. Bixby. When Bixby's library was later sold off it passed to the Huntington Library, where it now resides.

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Trent, William P., ed., <hi rend="i">Henry the Leper (Der Arme Heinrich) paraphrased by Dante Gabriel Rossetti</hi> 1905

1 DGR's pagination Henry the Leper:<lb/> A Swabian Miracle-rhyme:<lb/> by Hartmann Von Aue, (A.D. 1100-1200). ----------- Hartmann von Auë, the fame went, Was a good knight, and well acquent With books in every character. Having sought this many a year, He found at length a record, fit, As far as he apprehendeth it, To smoothe the rugged paths uneven, To glorify God which is in Heaven, And gain kind thoughts from each true heart For himself as also for his art. Unto your ears this song sings he, And begs, and an you hear it patiently, That his reward be held in store; And that whoso, when his days are o'er, Shall read and understand this book, For the writer unto God may look, Praying that God may be his goal And the place of rest to his poor soul. That man his proper shrift shall win Who prayeth for his brother's sin. blank page 2 DGR's pagination Part I Once on a time, (rhymeth the rhyme) In Swabia-land once on a time, There was a nobleman sojourning, Unto whose nobleness everything Of virtue and high-hearted excellence Worthy his line and his large pretence With plentiful measure was meted out: The land rejoiced in him round about. He was like a prince in his governing,— In his wealth he was like a king; But most of all by the fame far-flown Of his great knightliness was he known, North and south upon land and sea. By his name he was Henry of the Lea. All things whereby the truth grew dim Were held as hateful foes with him: By solemn oath was he bounden fast To shun them while his life should last. In honour all his days went by: Therefore his soul might look up high To honourable authority. blank page 3 DGR's pagination A paragon of all graciousness; A blossoming branch of youthfulness; A looking-glass to the world around, A stainless and priceless diamond; Of gallant 'haviour a beautiful wreath; A home when the tyrant menaceth; A buckler to the breast of his friend, And courteous without measure or end; Whose deeds of arms 'twere long to tell; Of precious wisdom a limpid well; A singer of ladies every one; And very lordly to look upon In feature and bearing and countenance:— Say, failed he in anything, perchance, The summit of all glory to gain And the lasting honour of all men? Alack! the soul that was up so high Dropped down into pitiful misery,— The lofty courage was stricken low,— The steady triumph stumbled in woe,— And the world-joy was hidden in the dust, Even as all such shall be and must. blank page 4 DGR's pagination He whose life in the senses centreth Is already in the shadow of death. The joys, called great, of this under-state Burn up the bosom early and late; And their shining is altogether vain, For it bringeth anguish and trouble and pain. The torch that burns flames for men to see And wasteth to ashes inwardly Is verily but an imaging Of man's own life, the piteous thing. The whole is brittleness and mishap: We sit and dally in Fortune's lap Till tears break in our smiles betwixt, And the shallow honey-draught be mix'd With sorrow's wormwood fathomdeep. Oh! rest not therefore, Man, nor sleep:— In the blossoming of thy flower-crown A sword is raised to smite thee down. Even with Earl Henry it was thus: Though gladsome and very glorious Was the manner of his life, yet God blank page 5 DGR's pagination Upon his spirit's fulness trod. The bar then was heavy that fell on him The curse that fell was heavy and deep,— A thunderbolt in the slow ? hour of sleep. His body, whose beauty was so much, Was turned to a unto loathing and reproach,— Full of foul sores, increasing fast, Which grew into leprosy at last. Ages ago the Lord even so Ordained that Job should be brought low, To prove him if in such distress He would hold fast his righteousness. The great rich Earl, who otherwhile Met but man's praise and woman's smile, Was now no less than out-thrust quite. The day of the world hath a dark night. What time Lord Henry wholly knew The stound that he was come into, And saw folk shun him as he went, And his pains food for merriment,— Then did he, as often it is done By those whom sorrow falleth on— He wrapped not round him as a robe blank page 6 DGR's pagination The patience that was found in Job. For holy Job meet semblance took, And bowed him under God's rebuke, Which had given to him the world's reverse, And the shame, and the anguish, and the curse, Only to snatch away his soul From emptiness and earth's control: Therefore his soul had triumphing Inmostly at the troublous thing. In suchwise Henry bore him not; Its duteousness his heart forgot; His pride waxed hard and kept its place, But the glory departed from his face, And that which was his strength grew weak. The hand that smote him on the cheek Was all too heavy. It was night Now, and his sun withdrew its light. To the pride of his uplifted thought Much woe the weary knowledge brought That all his joys in their best day That the pleasant way his feet did wend Must have an end and pass away Was all passed o'er and had an end. The day wherein his years had begun Went in his mouth with a malison. blank page DGR copied then erased the first two words of the first line in order to drop the text down one line, to indicate a stanza break. 7 DGR's pagination As the ill grew stronger and more strong, There was but hope bore him along: Even yet to hope he was full fain That gold might help him back again Thither whence God had cast him out. Ah! weak to strive and little stout 'Gainst Heaven the strength that he possess'd. North and south and east and west, Far and wide from every side, Mediciners well-proved and tried Came to him at the voice of his woe; But, mused and pondered they everso, They could but say, for all their care, That he must be content to bear The burthen of the anger of God: For him there was none other road. Already was his heart nigh down, When yet to him one chance was shown; For in Salerno liv dwelt (folk said) A leach who still might lend him aid, Albeit unto his body's cure All such had been as nought before. blank page WMR writes out the final word of line 140 just above the word. 8 DGR's pagination Up rose fresh-hearted the sick man, And sought the great physician, And told him all, and prayed him hard, With the proffer of a rich reward, To take away his grief's foul cause. Then said the leach without a pause: “There is one means might healing yield, Yet will you ever be unheal'd.” And Henry said, “Say on; define Your thoughts; your words are as thick wine. Some means may bring recovery?— I will recover! Verily, Unto your will my will shall bend, So this mine anguish pass and end.” Then said the leach: “Give ear to me: Thus stands it with your misery. Albeit there be a means of health, From no man shall you win such wealth; Many have it, yet none will give; You shall lack it all the days you shall live;— blank page 9 DGR's pagination Strength gets it not; valour gains it not; Nor with gold nor with silver is it bought. Then, since God heedeth not your plaint, Accept God's will and be content.” “Woe's me!” did Henry's speech begin; “Your pastime do you take herein, To snatch the last hope from my sight? Riches are mine, and mine is might:— Why cast away such golden chance As waiteth on my deliverance? You shall grow rich in succouring me: Tell me the means, what they may be.” Quoth the leach: “Then know them, what they are; Yet still all hope must stand afar. Truly if the cure for your care Might be gotten anyway anywhere, Did it hide in the furthest parts of earth, Thiswise I had not sent you forth. But all my knowledge hath none avail; There is but one thing would not fail:— An innocent virgin for to find, blank page 10 DGR's pagination Chaste, and modest, and pure in mind, Who, to save you from death, might choose Her own young body's life to lose: The heart's blood of the excellent maid,— That and nought else can be your aid. But there is none will be won thereby For the love of another's life to die.” 'Twas then poor Henry knew indeed That from his ill he might not be freed, Sith that no woman he might win Of her own will to act herein. Thus gat he but an ill return For the journey he made unto Salerne, And the hope he had upon that day Was snatched from him and rent away. Homeward he hied him back: full fain His limbs in the dust he would have lain. Of his substance—lands and riches both— He rid himself; even as one doth Who the breath of the last life of his hope Once and for ever hath rendered up. To his friends he gave unto and to the poor; blank page 11 DGR's pagination Unto God praying evermore The spirit that was in him to save, And make his bed soft in the grave. What still remained, aside he set For Holy Church's benefit. Of all that heretofore was his Nought held he for himself, I wis, Save one small house, with herd byre and field: There from the world he lived conceal'd,— There lived he, and awaited Death, Who, being awaited, lingereth. Pity and ruth his troubles found Alway through all the country round. Who heard him named, had sorrow deep, And for his piteous sake would weep. --------- blank page 12 DGR's pagination Part II The little farm, with herd and field, Now, as it had been erst, was till'd By a poor man of simple make Whose heart right seldom had the ache. A happy soul, and well content With every chance that fortune sent, Being equal in fortune's pitch Even unto him that is rich,— For that his master's kindly will Set limit to his labour still, And without cumbrance and in peace He lived upon the field's increase. With him poor Henry trouble-press'd, Dwelt, and to dwell with him was rest. In grateful wise, neglecting nought, Still was the peasant's service wrought: Cheerily both in heart and look, The trouble and the toil he took, Which, new as each day dawned anew, For Henry he must bear and do. With favour which to blessings ran, blank page 13 DGR's pagination God looked upon the worthy man: He gave him strength to aid his life, A sturdy heart, an honest wife, And children such as bring to be That a man's breast is brimmed with glee. Among them was a little maid, Red-cheeked, in yellow locks arrayed; Whose tenth year was just passing her; With eyes most innocently clear, Sweet smiles that ? soothe, sweet tones that lull; Of gracious semblance wonderful. For her sick lord the dear good child Was full of tender thoughts and mild. Rarely from sitting at his feet She rose; because his speech was sweet To serve him she was proud and glad. Great fear her little playmates had At the sight of the loathly wight; But she, as often as she might, Went to him and with him would stay; And her heart unto him alway Clave as a child's heart cleaves: his pain blank page 14 DGR's pagination And grief that ever must remain, With childish grace she soothed the while, And sat her at his feet with a smile. And Henry loved the little one Who had such thought his woes upon, And he would buy her baubles bright Such as to children give delight: Nought else to peace his heart could lift Like her innocent gladness at the gift. A riband sometimes, broad and fair, To twine with the tresses of her hair, Or a looking-glass, or a little ring, Or a girdle-clasp;—at anything She was so thankful, was so pleased, That in some sort his pain was eased, And he would even say jestingly, His own good little wife was she. Seldom she left him long alone, Winning him from his inward moan With love and childish trustfulness; Her joyous seeming ne'er grew less; She was a balm unto his breast,— blank page 15 DGR's pagination Unto his eyes she was shade and rest. Already were three years outwrung, And still his torment o'er him hung, And still in death ceased not his life. It chanced the peasant and his wife, And his two little daughters, sate Together when the day was late, Their talk was all upon their lord, And how the help they could afford Was joy to them, and of the woe They suffered for his sake,—yet how His death, they feared, might bring them worse. They thought that in the universe No lord could be so good as he, And if but once they lived to see Another inherit of their friend, That all their welfare needs must end. Then to his lord the peasant spake: “Question, dear master, I would make, So you permit me, of the cause blank page 16 DGR's pagination Wherefore thus long you have made pause From seeking help from such as win Worship by lore of medicine, And famous are both near and far. One such might yet break down the bar That shuts you from your health's estate. Wherefore, dear master, should you wait?” Then sighs from the soul of the sick man Pressed outward, and his tears began; They were so sore, that when he spake It seemed as though his heart would break. “From God this woful curse,” he said, Wofully have I merited, Whose mind but to world-vanity Looked, and but thought how best to be Wondrous in the thinking of men: Worship I laboured to attain By wealth, which God in His great views Had given me for another use:— God's self I had well-nigh forgot, The moulder of my human lot, blank page 17 DGR's pagination Whose gifts, ill ta'en, though well bestow'd, Hindered me from the Heaven-road; Till I at length, lost here as there, Am chosen unto shame & despair, His wrath's insufferable weight Made me to know Him,—but too late. From bad to worse, from worse to worst, At length I am cast forth and curs'd: The whole world from my side doth flee; The wretchedest insulteth me; Looking on me, each ruffian Accounts himself the better man, And turns his visage from the sight, As though I brought him bane and blight. Therefore may God reward thee, thou Who dost bear with me even now, Not scorning him whose sore distress No more may guerdon faithfulness. And yet, however kind and true The deeds thy goodness bids thee do,— Still, spite of all, it must at heart Rejoice thee when my breath shall part. How am I lessened outcast and ? forlorn!— blank page 18 DGR's pagination That I, who as thy lord was born, Must now beseech thee of thy grace To suffer me in mine evil case. With a great blessing verily Thou shalt be blest of God through me, Because to me, whom God thus tries, Pity thou grantest, Christianwise. The thing thou askest thou shalt know:— All the physicians long ago Who might bring help in any kind I sought;—but, woe is me! to find That all the help in all the earth Avails not and is nothing worth. One means there is indeed; and yet That means nor gold nor prayers may get:— A leach who is full of lore hath said How it needeth that a virtuous maid For my sake with her life should part, And feel the steel cut to her heart: Only in the blood of such an one My curse may cease beneath the sun. But such an one what hope can show, Who her own life would thus forego blank page 19 DGR's pagination To save my life? Then let despair Bow down within my soul to bear The wrath God's justice doth up-pile. When will death come? Woe, woe the while!” Of these, poor Henry's words, each word The little maiden likewise heard Who at his feet would always sit; And forgot it not, but remembered it. In the hid shrine, her heart's recess, She held his words in silentness. As the mind of an angel was her mind, Grave and holy and Christ-inclin'd. When in their chamber, day being past, Her parents, after toil, slept fast,— Then always with the self-same stir The sighs of her grief troubled her. At the foot of her parents' bed Lying, so many tears she shed (Bitter and many) as to make That they woke up and kept awake. blank page 20 DGR's pagination Her secret grieving once perceived, They made much marvel why she grieved, And questioned her of the evil chance To which she gave sorrowful utterance In her sobbings and in her undercries: But nothing answered she anywise, Until her father bade her tell Openly and truly and well Why night by night within her bed So many bitter tears she shed. “Alack!” quoth she, “what should it be But our kind master's misery,— With thoughts how soon we now must miss Both him and all our happiness? Our solace shall be ours no more: There is no lord alive, be sure, Who, like unto him and of his worth, Shall bless our days with peace thenceforth.” They answering said: “Right words and rare Thou speak'st; but it booteth not an hair That we should make outcry and lament: Brood thou no longer thereanent. blank page 21 DGR's pagination Unto us it is pain, as unto thee, Perchance even more; yet what can we That may avail for succouring? Truly the Lord hath done this thing.” Thus silenced they her speaking; but Her soul's complaint they silenced not. Grief lay with her from hour to hour Through the long night; nor dawn had power To rid her of it; all beside That near and about her might betide Seemed nought. And when sleep covered men, Again and again and yet again, Wakeful and faithful, she would crouch Wearily on her little couch, Tossing in trouble without sign: And from her eyes the scalding brine Flowed through sick grief that wept apart; As steadfastly within her heart She pondered on her heart's sore ache And on those words Earl Henry spake. Long with herself communing so, Her tears were softened in their flow; blank page 22 DGR's pagination Because at length her will was fix'd To stand his fate and him betwixt. Where now should such a child be sought, Thinking even as this one thought, Who, rather than her lord should die, Chose her own death and held thereby? But once her purpose settled fast, All woe went forth from her and pass'd; Her heart sat lightly in her breast, And one thing only gave unrest. Her lord's own hand, she feared, might stay Her footsteps from the terrible way,— She feared her parents strength might lack, And, through much loving, hold her back. By reason of such fears, she fell Into new grief unspeakable, And that night, as the past nights, wept, Waking her father where he slept. “Thou foolish child” (thus did he say,) “Why wilt thou weep thine eyes away blank page 23 DGR's pagination For what no help thou hast can mend? Is not this moan thou mak'st to end? We would sleep; let us sleep in peace.” Thus chidingly he bade her cease, Because his thought conceived in nought The thing she had laid up in her thought. Answered him the excellent maid: “Truly my own dear lord hath said That by one means he may be heal'd. So ye but your consenting yield, It is my blood that he shall have. I, (being virgin-pure,) to save His days, do choose the edge o' the knife, And my death rather than my life.” The young girl's parents lay and heard, And had sore grief of her spoken word; And thus her father said: “How now? What silly wish, child, wishest thou? Thou durst not do it in very truth. What knows a child of these things, forsooth? Ugly Death thou hast never seen: blank page 24 DGR's pagination Were he once to near thee, I ween,— Didst thou view the pit of the sepulchre,— Thy face would change and thy flesh fear, And thy soul within thee would shake, And thy weak hands would toil to break The grasp of the monster foul and grim, Drawing thee from thyself to him. Leave thy words and thy weeping too; What cannot be done, seek not to do.” “Nay, father mine,” replied the child, “Though my words may be counted wild, Well I know that the body's death Is a torture and tortureth. Yet truly this is truth no less: He who is plagued with sharp distress, Who hates his life, having but woe,— To him the end cometh, even so, When, for all the curses that he hath pass'd, He scapes not the curse of death at last. What booteth it him a long-drawn life To have traversed in trouble and in strife, If nothing after all he can win, blank page 25 DGR's pagination Except, being old, to enter in At the self-same door which years ago He might more firmly have passed through? But scantly may the soul see good,— So rough is world-driving and so rude; And, good once ended, hope once lorn, Best it were I had not been born. Therefore my lips give praise to God, Who this great blessing hath bestow'd On me,—by loss of body and limb To have the life that lives with Him. 'Twere ill done, did ye make me loth From what unto me and unto both Bringeth joy and prosperity; Gaining the crown of Christ for me; And you, from every troublous thing That threateneth you, delivering. The generous master ye shall keep Who leaves you undisturbed to reap The fruits our little field doth grow,— Earn'd, father, in the sweat of thy brow. With you, while he liveth, it shall stay; He is good; he will not drive you away. blank page 26 DGR's pagination But if we now should let him die, Our ruining hasteneth thereby: The thought whereof doth make me give My own young life that he may live. To such a choice, which profits all, Meseems your chiding should be small.” Then the mother broke forth at last, Finding her daughter's purpose fast:— “Think, my own child,—daughter mine, think Of the bitter cup that I had to drink, Of the pain that I suffered once for thee; And, thinking, turn thyself unto me. Is this the guerdon thou dost give Even to the womb that bade thee live? Her in pain must I lose again Whom I bore and brought forth in pain? Wouldst leave thy parents for thy lord? This were hatred of God and of His word. Clean from thy mind is the word gone Which God pronounced? Ponder thereon: “Listen,” (it is written) “to their command, That thy days may be long in the land.” blank page The error in grammar in line 340 is in the manuscript. 27 DGR's pagination Lo! how corrupt must be thine heart,— It hath striven the will of God to thwart. And sayest thou, —if thou losest thus Thy life, good hap shall come to us? Oh no! in us thou wilt give birth To weariness and to scorn of earth. In the whole world thou art alone That which our joy is set upon. Yes, little daughter, always dear, 'Tis thou shouldst make our gladness here; Thou shouldst be a lamp to our life, Our aim in the troublesome hard strife, And a staff our falling steps to save: In place whereof, thine own black grave With thine own hand thou digg'st, and sad Grows the hope and the comfort that we had, And I must weep at thy tomb all day Till in plague and torment I pass away. Yet whatsoever oh! whate'er our ills may be, So much and more shall God do to thee.” Then the pious maid answered and said:— “O mother, that in my soul art laid, blank page 28 DGR's pagination How should I not at all times here See the path of my duty clear, When at all times my thankful mind Meeteth thy love, tender and kind, That kindly and tenderly ministers? Of a verity I am young in years; Yet this I know: what is mine, to wit, Is mine but since thou gavest it. And if the people grant me praise And look with favour in my face, Yet my heart's tale is continual That only thee must I thank for all Which it pleaseth them to perceive in me; And that ne'er a thing should be brought to be By myself on myself, save such As thou wouldst permit without reproach. Mother, it was thou that didst give These limbs and the life wherewith I live,— And is it thou wouldst grudge my soul Its white robe and its aureole? The knowledge of evil in my breast Hath not yet been, nor sin's unrest; Therefore, the road being overtrod, blank page 29 DGR's pagination I know I shall have portion with God. Say not that this is foolishness; No hand but God's hand is in this: Him must thou thank, Whose grace doth cleanse My heart from earth's desire, till hence It longs with a great longing mighty will to go Ere sin be known that's yet to know. Well it needs that the joys of earth (Deemed oftentimes of a priceless worth) By man should be counted excellent: How otherwise might he rest content With anything but Christ's perfecting? Oh! to such reeds let me not cling! God knows how vain seem to my sight The bliss of this world and the delight; For the delight turneth amiss, And soul's tribulation hath the bliss. What is their life?—a gasp for breath; And their guerdon?—but the burthen of death. Nothing is sure, save this One thing alone is sure:—should peace Come to-day, with tomorrow it shall cease; And that Till the last evil thing at last Shall find us out, and our days be past. blank page 30 DGR's pagination Nor birth nor wealth succoureth then, Nor strength, nor the courage of strong men, Nor honour, nor fealty, nor truth. Out and alack! Our life, our youth, Are but dust only and empty smoke: We are laden branches that the winds rock. Woe to the fool who layeth hold On earth's vanities which are vain shadows manifold! The marsh-fire gleam as it hath shone Still shines, luring his footsteps on; But he is dead ere he reach the goal, And with his flesh dieth his soul. Therefore, dear mother, be at rest, And labour not to make manifest That for my sake thou wouldest hold'st me here: And in thy silence it shall be clear But let one silence make it clear That my father's will joineth is joined with thine. Alas! though I kept this life of mine 'Tis verily but a little while That ye may smile, or that I may smile. Two years perchance, perchance even three, In happiness I shall keep with ye: Then must our lord be surely dead, blank page 31 DGR's pagination And sorrow and sighing find us instead; And your want shall your will withhold From giving me any dowry-gold, And no man will take me for his wife; And my life shall be trouble-rife, And very hateful, and worse than death. Or though this thing that threateneth Were 'scaped, and ere our good lord died Some bridegroom chose me for his bride,— Though then, ye think, all is made smooth, Yet the bad is but made worse, forsooth; For even with love, woes should not cease, And not to love were the end of peace. Thus through ill and grief I struggle still, What to attain? Even grief and ill. In this strait, One would set me free, My soul and my body asking of me, That I may be with him where He is. Hold me not; I would make myself His. He only is the true husbandman; The labour ends well which He began; Ever His plough goeth aright; His barns fill; for His fields there is no blight; blank page 32 DGR's pagination In His lands life dies not anywhere; Never a child sorroweth there; There heat is not, neither is cold; There the lapse of years maketh not old; But peace hath its dwelling there for aye, And abideth, and shall not pass away. Thither, yea, thither let me go, And be rid of this shadow-place below,— This place laid waste like a waste plain, Where nothing is but torment and pain, Where a day's blight falleth upon The work of a year, and it is gone; Where ruinous thunder lifts its voice, And where the harvest may not rejoice. You love me? Oh, let your love be seen; And labour no more to circumvene My heart's desire for the happy place. To the Lord let me lift my face,— Even unto Jesus Christ my Friend, Whose gracious mercies have no end, In whose name Love is the world's dear Lord, And by whom not the vilest is abhorr'd. Alike with Him is man's estate,— blank page 33 DGR's pagination As the rich the poor, the small as the great: Were I a queen, be sure that He With more joy could not welcome me. Yet from your hearts do I turn my heart? Nay, from your love I will not part, But rejoice to be subject unto you. Then count not my thought to be untrue Because I deem, if I do this thing, It is your weal I am furthering. Whoso (men say) another's pelf Heaping, pulls want upon himself,— Whoso his neighbour's fame would crown By bringing ruin upon his own,— His friendship is surely overmuch. But this my purpose is none such: For though ye too shall gain relief, It is myself I would serve in chief. O mother dear, weep not, nor mourn: My duty is this; let it be borne. Take heart,—thou hast other children left; In theirs thy life shall ever be less bereft; They shall comfort thee for the loss of me: Then my own gain let me bring to be, blank page 34 DGR's pagination And my lord's; for to him upon the earth This only can be of any worth. Nor think that thou shalt look on my grave; That pain at least thou canst never have; Very far away is the land Where that must be done which I have plann'd. God guerdoneth; in God is my faith; He shall loosen me from the bonds of Death.” ----------- blank page 35 DGR's pagination Part III All trembling had the parents heard Death by their daughter thus preferr'd With a language so very marvellous (Surely no child reasoneth thus,) Whose words between her lips made stir, As though the Spirit were poured on her Which giveth knowledge of tongues unknown. So strange was every word and tone, They knew not how they might answer it, Except by striving to submit To Him who had made the child's heart rife With the love of death and the scorn of life. Therefore they said silently still: “All-perfect One, it is Thy will.” With great fear and doubt's most bitter ban They were a-cold; so the poor man And the poor woman sat alway In their bed, without yea or nay. Ever alack! they had no speech The new dawn of their thought to reach. With a wild sorrow unrepress'd The mother caught the child to her breast: blank page 36 DGR's pagination But the father after long interval Said, though his soul smote him withal: “Daughter, if God is in thine heart, Heed not our grieving, but depart.” Then the sweet maid smiled quietly; And soon i' the morning hastened she To the room where the sick man slept. Up to his bed she softly stepp'd, Saying, “Do you sleep, my dear lord?” “No, little wife,” was his first word, But why art thou so early to-day?” “Grief made that I could not keep away,— The great grief that I have for you.” “God be with thee, faithful and true! Often to ease my suffering Thou hast done many a gracious thing. But it lasteth; it shall be always so.” Then said the girl: “On my troth, no! blank page 37 DGR's pagination Take courage and comfort; —it will turn. The fire that in your flesh doth burn, One means, you know, would quench at once. My mind climbs to conclusions. Not a day will I make delay, Now I am 'ware of the one way. Dear lord, I have heard yourself expound, How, if only a maiden could be found To lose her life for you willingly, From all your pains you might yet be free. God He knoweth, I will do this: My worth is not as yours, I wis.” Wondering and sore astonièd, The poor sick man looked at the maid Whose face smiled down unto his face, While the tears gave each other chase Over his cheeks from his weary eyes, Till he made answer in this wise:— “Trust me, this Death is not, my child, So tender a trouble and so mild As thou, in thy reckoning, reckonest. Thou didst keep madness from my breast, blank page 38 DGR's pagination And help me when other help was none: I thank thee for all that thou hast done. (May God unto thee be merciful For thy tenderness in the day of dule!) I know thy mind, childlike and chaste, And the innocent spirit that thou hast; But nothing more will I ask of thee Than thou without wrong mayst do for me. Long ago have I given up The strife for deliverance and the hope; So that now in thy faithfulness I pleasure me with a soul at peace, Wishing not thy sweet life withdrawn Sith my own life I have foregone. Too suddenly, little wife, beside, Like a child's, doth thine heart decide On this which hath entered into it,— Unsure if thou shalt have benefit. In little space sore were thy case If once with Death thou wert face to face; And heavy and dark would the thing seem Which thou hast desirèd in thy dream. Therefore, good child, go in again: blank page 41 39 DGR's pagination Soon, I know, thou wilt count as vain This thing to which thy mind is wrought, When once thou hast pondered in thy thought How hard a thing it is to remove From the world and from the home of one's love. And think too what a grievous smart Hereby must come to thy parents' heart, And how bitter to them must would be the stroke. Shall I bring this thing on the honest folk By whose pity my woes have been beguil'd? To thy parents' counselling, my child, For evermore look that thou incline: So sorrow of heart shall not be thine.” When thus he had answer'd tenderly, Forth came the parents, who hard by Had hearken'd to the speech that he spake. Albeit his heart was nigh to break With the load under which it bowed, The father spake these words aloud: “God knows,” said he, “we do willingly, Dear master, aught that may vantage thee blank page 40 DGR's pagination Who hast been so good to us and so kind. If God have in very truth design'd That this young child should for thee atone,— Then, being God's will, let it be done. Yea, through His power she hath been brought To count the years of her youth for nought; And by no childish whim is she led To her grave, as thou hast imaginèd. To-day, alack! is the third day That with prayers we might not put away She hath sorely entreated us that we Would grant her the grace to die for thee. By her words exceeding wonderful, Our sharp resistance hath waxed dull, Till now we may no longer dare To pause from the granting of her prayer.” When the sick man thus found that each Spoke with good faith the selfsame speech, And that in earnest the young maid Proffered her life for his body's aid,— There rose, the little room within, Of sobbing and sorrow a great din, blank page 41 DGR's pagination And a strange dispute, that side and this, In manner as there seldom is. The Earl, at length winning unto The means of health, raised much ado, Loudly lamenting that his cure From sickness should be thus made sure. The parents grieved with a bitter woe That their dear child should leave them so, While yet they prayed of him constantly To grant her prayer that she should die. And she meanwhile, whose life-long years It was to cost, shed sorrowful tears For dread lest he whom she would save Should deny to her the boon of the grave. Thus they who, in pure faith's control And in the strength of a godly soul, Vied one with the other, sat there now, Their eyes all wet with the bitter flow, Each urging of what he had to say, None yielding at all nor giving way. The sick man sat in thought a space, Between his hands bowing his face, blank page 42 DGR's pagination While the others, with supplicating tone, Softly besought him one by one. Then his head at last he lifted up, And let his tears fall without stop, And said finally: “So let it be. Shall I, whom am one, stand against three? Now know I surely that God's word, Which speaks in silence, ye have heard; And that this thing must be very fit, And even as God hath appointed it. He, seeing my heart, doth read thereon That I yield but to Him alone,— Not to the wish that for my sake Her grave this gracious child should make.” Then the maid sprang to him full fain, As though she had gotten a great gain; And both his feet clasp'd and would kiss,— Not for sorrow sobbing now, but for bliss: The while her sorrowing parents went Forth from that room to make lament, And weep apart for the heavy load Which yet they knew was the will of God. blank page 43 DGR's pagination Then a kirtle was given unto the maid, Broidered all with the silken braid, Such as never before she had put on; With sables the border was bedone, And with jewels bound about and around: On her so fair they were fairer found Than song of mine can make discourse. And they mounted her on a goodly horse: That horse was to carry her very far,— Even to the place where the dead are. In the taking of these gifts she smil'd. Not any longer a silly child She seemed, but a worshipful damozel, Well begotten and nurtured well. And her face had a quiet earnestness; And while she made ready, none the less Did she comfort the trouble-stricken pair, Who in awestruck wise looked on her there, As a saintly being superior And no daughter unto them any more. blank page 44 DGR's pagination Yet when the bitter moment came Wherein their child must depart from them, In sooth it was hard to separate. The mother's grief was heavy and great, Seeing that child lost to her, whom, Years since, she had carried in her womb. And the father was sorely shaken too, Now nought remained but to bid adieu To that young life, full of the Spring, Which must wither before the blossoming. What made the twain more strong at length Was the young girl's wonderful strength, Whose calm look and whose gentle word Blunted the sharp point of the sword. With her mouth she was eloquent, As if to her ear an angel bent, Whispering her that she might say The word which wipes all tears away. Thus, with her parents' benison Upon her head, forth is she gone:— She is gone forth like to a bride, Lifted and inwardly glorified; blank page 45 DGR's pagination She seemed not as one that journeyeth To the door of the house of death. So they rode without stop or turn By the paths that take unto Salerne. Lo! he is riding to new life Whose countenance is laden and rife With sorrow and care and great dismay. But for her who rides the charnel-way— Oh! up in her eyes sits the bright look Which tells of a joy without rebuke. With friendly speech, with cheerful jest, She toils to give his sorrow rest, To lighten the heavy road time for him, And soften shorten the road that was long & grim. Thus on their way they still did wend Till they were come to their journey's end. Then prayed she of him that they might reach That day the dwelling of the wise leach Who had shown how his ill might be allay'd. And it was done even as she said. blank page 46 DGR's pagination His arm in hers, went the sick man Unto the great physician, And brought again to his mind the thing Whereof they had erst made questioning. “This maid” (he said) “holds purpose now To work my cure, as thy speech did show.” But the leach held silence, as one doth Whose heart to believe is well-nigh loth, Even though his eyes witness a thing. At length he said: “By whose counselling Comes this, my child? Hast thou thought well On that whereof this lord doth tell, Or art thou led perforce thereto?” “Nay,” quoth the maid, “that which I do, I do willingly; none persuadeth me; It is, because I choose it should be.” He took her hand, silently all, And led her through a door in the wall Into another room that was there, Wherein he was quite alone with her. blank page 47 DGR's pagination Then thus: “Thou poor ill-guided child, What is it that maketh thee so wild, Thy short life and thy little breath Suddenly to yield up to death? An' thou art constrained, e'en say 'tis so, And I swear to thee thou art free to go. Remember this;—how that thy blood Unto the Earl can bring no good If thou sheddest it with an inward strife. Vain it were to bleed out thy life, If still, when the whole hath come to pass, Thy lord should be even as he was. Bethink thee,—and consider thereof,— How the pains thou tempt'st are hard & rough. First, with thy limbs naked and bare Before mine eyes thou must appear,— So needs must shall thy maiden shame be sore: Yet still must the woe be more and more, What time thou art bound by heel & arm, And with sharp hurt and with grievous harm I cut from out thy breast the part That is most alive—even thine heart. With thine eyes thou shalt surely see blank page 48 DGR's pagination The knife ere it enter into thee,— Thou shalt feel worse than death's worst sting Ere the heart be drawn forth quivering. How deemest thou? Canst thou suffer this? Alack, poor wretch! there is dreadfulness Even in the thought. If only once Thou do blench or shrink when the blood runs,— If thou do repent but by an hair,— It is bootless all,—in vain the care, In vain the scathe, in vain the death. Now what is the word thy free choice saith?” She looked at him as at a friend, And answered: “Sir, unto that end— To wit, my choice,—I had pondered hard Long ere I was borne hitherward. I thank you, sir, that of your heart's ruth You have warned me thus; and of a truth, By all the words that you have said I well might feel dispirited,— The more that th even yourself, meseems, Are frightened by these idle dreams From the work you should perform for the Earl. blank page 49 DGR's pagination Oh! it might hardly grace a girl Such cowardly reasoning to use! Pardon me, sir; I cannot choose But laugh, that you, with your mastership, Should have a courage less firm and deep Than a pitiful maiden without lore Whose life even now ends and is o'er. The part that is yours dare but to do,— As for me, I have trust to undergo. Methinks the dule and the drearihead You tell me of, must be sharp indeed, Sith the mere thought is so troublesome. Believe me, I never should have come, Had I not known of myself alone What the thing was to be undergone,— Were I not sure that, abashed no whit, This soul of mine could go through with it. Yea, verily; by your sorrowing, My poor heart's courage you can bring Just to such sorrowful circumstance As though I were going to the dance. Worshipful sir, there nothing is That can last alway without cease,— blank page 50 DGR's pagination Nought that one day's remitted doom Can save the feeble body from. Thus then, you see, it is cheerfully That I do all this; and that while he (My lord), you willing, shall not die,— The endless life shall be mine thereby. Resolve you, and so it shall be said That the fame you have is well merited. This brings me joy that I undertake, Even for my dear kind master's sake, And for what we two shall gain also,— I, there above,—and you, here below. Sir, in as much as the work is hard, So much the more is our great reward.” Then the leach said nothing, but was dumb; And, marvelling much, he sought the room Where the sick man sat in expectancy. “New courage may be yours,” quoth he; “For your sake she casts her life behind, Not from empty fantasy of the mind; And the parting of her body and soul Shall cleanse your limbs and make you whole.” blank page 51 DGR's pagination But Henry was full of troublous thought; Peradventure he hearkened not, For he answer'd not that which was sain. So the leach turned, and went out again. Again to the maid did he repair, And straightway locked the doors with care, That Henry might not see or know What she for his sake must undergo. And the leach said, “Take thy raiment off.” Then was her heart joyous enough, And she obeyed, and in little space Stood up before the old man's face As naked as God had fashioned her: Only her innocence clothèd her: She feared not, and was not ashamed, In the sight of God standing unblamed, To whom her dear life without price She offered up for a sacrifice. When thus she was beheld of the leach, His soul spake with an inward speech, Saying that beauty so excellent blank page 52 DGR's pagination Had scarce been known since the world went. And he conceived for the poor thing Such an unspeakable pitying, And such a fear on his purpose lit, That he scarce dared to accomplish it. Slowly he gave her his command To lie down on a table hard at hand, To the which he bound her with strong cords: Then he reached his hand forth afterwards, And took a broad long knife, and tried The edge of the same on either side. It was sharp, yet not as it should be: (He looked to its sharpness heedfully,— Having sore grief for the piteous scathe, And desiring to shorten her death.) Therefore it was he took a stone, And ground the knife finely thereon. Earl Henry heard in bitterest woe The blade, a-whetting, come and go. Forward he sprang; a sudden start Of grief for the maid struck to his heart. He thought what a peerless soul she bore,— blank page 53 DGR's pagination And made a great haste unto the door, And would have gone in, but it was shut. Then his eyes burned, as he stood without, In scalding tears; transfigurèd He felt himself; and in the stead Of his feebleness there was mightiness. “Shall she,” he thought, “who my life doth bless,— The gracious, righteous, virtuous maid,— To this end be thrust down to the shade? Wilt thou, thou fool, force the Most High, That thy desire may come thereby? Deem'st thou that any, for good or ill, Can live but a day against His will? And if by His will thou yet shalt live, What more of help can her dying give? Sith all then is as God ordereth, Rest evermore in the hand of faith. As in past time, anger not now The All-powerful; seeing that thou Canst anger Him only. 'Tis the ways Of penitence lead unto grace.” He was determined immediately, blank page 54 DGR's pagination And smote on the door powerfully, And cried to the leach: “Open to me!” But the leach answered: “It may not be: I have something of weight that I must do.” Then Henry urged back upon him, “No! Come quickly, and open, and give o'er.” Quoth the other: “Say your say through the door.” “Not so, not so; let me enter in: It is my soul's rest I would win.” Then the door drew back, widely and well; And Henry looked on the damozel, Where she lay bound, body and limb, Waiting Death's stroke, to conquer him. “Hear me,” said he, “worshipful sir; It is horrible thus to look on her: Rather the burthen of God's might I choose to suffer, than this sight. blank page 55 DGR's pagination What I have said, that will I give; But let thou the brave maiden live.” ----------- blank page 56 DGR's pagination Part IV When the maiden learned assuredly That by that death she sought was not to die, And when she was loosed from the strong bands, A sore moan made she. With her hands She rent her hair; and such were her tears That it seemed a great wrong had been hers. “Woe worth the weary time!” she cried; “There is no pity on any side. Woe is me! It fades from my view— The recompense I was chosen to,— The magnificent heaven-crown That I hoped with such a hope to put on. Now it is I am truly dead,— Now it is I am truly ruinèd. O shame and sorrowing on me! And shame and sorrowing on thee, Who the guerdon from my spirit hast riven, And by whose hands I am snatched from Heaven! Lo! he chooseth his own calamity, That so my crown may be reft from me!” blank page 57 DGR's pagination Then with sharp prayer she prayed them there That still the death might be given her For the which she had journeyed many a mile. But being assured in a brief while That the thing she sought would be denied, She gazed with a piteous mien, and cried, Rebuking her heart-beloved lord:— “Is all then lost that my soul implor'd? How faint art thou, how little brave, To load me with this load that I have! How have I been cheated with lies, And cozened with fair-seeming falsities! They told me thou wast honest, and good, And valiant, and full of noble blood,— The which, so help me God! was false. Thou art one the world strangely miscalls. Thou art but a weak timorous man, Whose soul affrighted fails to scan The strength of a woman's sufferance. Have I injured thee anyway, perchance? Say, how didst thou hear, sitting without? And yet meseems the wall was stout Betwixt us. Nay, but thou must know blank page 61 58 DGR's pagination That it is to be—that it will be so. Take heed,—there is no second one Who yet for thy life will lose her own. O turn to me and be pitiful, And grudge not death to my poor soul.” But though her sueing was hard and hot, His firmness never failed him a jot; So that at length, against her will, She needs must end her cries and be still,— Yielding her to the loathed decree That made her life a necessity. Lord Henry to one will was wrought, Fast settled in his steadfast thought: He clothed her again with his own hand, And again set forth to his native land, Having given large reward to the leach. He knew the shame and the evil speech And the insult he must bear,—yet bow'd Meekly thereto; knowing that God Had willed, in his regard, each thing That wrought for him weal or suffering. blank page 59 DGR's pagination Thus by the damsel's help indeed From a foul sickness he was freed,— Not from his body's sore and smart, But from hardness & stubbornness of heart. Then first was all that pride of his Quite overthrown; a better bliss Came to his soul and dwelt with him Than the bliss he had in the first time,— To wit, a blithe heart's priceless gain That looks to God through the tears of pain. But as they rode, the righteous maid Mourned and might not be comforted. Her soul was aghast, her heart was waste, Her wits were all confused and displac'd: Herseemed that the leaning on God's might Was turned for her to shame and despite: So her pure heart ceased not to pray That the woe she had might be ta'en away. Thus came the girl and the sick wight To an hostel at the fall of the night. Each in a little chamber alone, blank page 60 DGR's pagination They watched till many hours were gone. The nobleman gave thanks to God Who had turned him from the profitless road, And cleansed him, by care and suffering, From his loftiness and vain-glorying. The damsel went down on her knees And spake to God such words as these:— Why thus He had put aside, and left Out of His grace, her and her gift,— Seeing how she had nothing more To give but her one life bare and poor. She prayed: “Am I not good enough, Thou Holy One, to partake thereof? Then, O my God! cleanse Thou mine heart; Let me not thus cease and depart: Give me a sign, Father of mine, That the absolving grace divine By seeking may at length be found While yet this earth shall hold me round.” And God, who lifts souls from the dust, Nor turns from the spirit that hath trust,— The same look'd down with looks unloth blank page 61 DGR's pagination On the troublesome sorrow of them both, Both whose hearts and whose life-long days He had won to Him for glory and praise,— Who had passed through the fire and come forth And proved themselves salvation-worth. The Father—He who comforteth His patient children that have faith— At length released these steadfast ones From their manifold tribulations. In wondrous wise the Earl was stripp'd Of all his sickness while he slept; And when, as the sunrise smote his e'en, He found him once more whole and clean, He rose from his couch and sought the maid. On the sight for which she long had prayed, She gazed and gazed some speechless space; And then knelt down with lifted face, And said: “The Lord God hath done this: His was the deed,—the praise be His. With solemn thinking let me take The life which He hath given me back.” ----------------- blank page 62 DGR's pagination Part V The Earl returned in joyful case Unto his fathers' dwelling-place. Every day brought back to him A part of his joy, which had waxed dim; And he grew now, of face and mien, More comely than ever he had been. And unto all who in former years Had been his friends and his comforters, He told how God's Allmercifulness Had delivered him out of his distress. And they rejoiced, giving the praise To God and His unsearchable ways. They Then thitherward full many a road Men came, a gladsome multitude; They came in haste, they rode and they ran, To welcome the gallant gentleman; Their own eyes they could scarce believe, Beholding him in health and alive. A strange sight, it may well be said, When one revives that was counted dead. blank page 63 DGR's pagination The worthy peasant, who so long Had tended him when the curse was strong, In the good time stayed not away, Nor his wife could be brought to stay. 'Twas then that after long suspense Their labour gat its recompense. They who had hoped no other thing Than the sight of their lord, on entering Saw the sweet damsel by his side, In perfect measure satisfied, Who caught them round with either arm, And clave to them closely and warm. Longtime they kissed her, in good sooth,— They kissed her on her cheeks and mouth. Within their breasts their hearts were light; And eyes which first laughed & were bright Soon overbrimmed with many tears, The tokens of the joy that was theirs. Then the good honest Swabians Who erst had shared the inheritance Of the sick lord, gave back the land, Unasked, which they had ta'en at his hand. blank page 64 DGR's pagination Him did they wholly reinstate In every title and estate That heretofore he had possess'd. But ever he pondered in his breast Upon those wondrous things which once God wrought on his flesh and in his bones. Nor did he in anywise forget The friendly pair whose help, ere yet His hours of pain were overpast, Had stood him in such stead. The taste Of bitter grief he had brought on them Found such reward as best became. He gave the little farm and the field, With the cattle whereby they were till'd, With servants eke, to the honest twain; So that no fears plagued them again Lest any other lord should come At length and turn them from their home. Also his thankful favour stay'd Evermore with the pious maid: Many a day with her he spent, And gave her many an ornament, blank page 65 DGR's pagination Because of what is said in my rhyme And the love he bore her from old time. Thus, it may be, a year went o'er: Then all his kinsfolk urged him sore Some worthy woman for to woo, And bring her as his wife thereto. And he answer'd, “Truly as I live, This is good counsel that ye give.” So he summoned every lord his friend, That so to this matter they might bend Such help as honest friends can bring. And they all came at his summoning, Everywhence, both far and near; And eke his whole vassalage was there,— Not a single man but was come: It made, good sooth, a mighty sum. And the earl stepp'd forward in their sight, Saying, “Sirs, my mind is fixed aright To wed even as your wills decide: Take counsel then, and choose me a bride.” So they got together and began; blank page 66 DGR's pagination But there was a mind for every man. Both ways they wrangled, aye and no, As counsellors are sure to do. Then again he spake to them and cried: “Dear friends, now let alone the bride, And rede me a thing. All of ye know, Doubtless, that I, a while ago, With a most loathsome ill was cross'd, And appear'd to be altogether lost, So that all people avoided me With cursings and cruel mockery. And yet no man scorneth me now, Nor woman neither; seeing how God's mercy hath made me whole again. Then tell me, I pray of ye full fain, What I may do to His honouring Who to mine aid hath done this thing.” And they all answered immediately: “By word and deed it behoveth thee To offer thyself to the Most High, And work for Him good works thereby, blank page 67 DGR's pagination That the life He spared may be made His.” “Then,” quoth the Earl, “hearken me this. The damozel who standeth here,— And whom I embrace, being most dear,— She it is unto whom I owe The grace it hath pleased God to bestow. He saw the simple-spirited Earnestness of the holy maid, And even in guerdon of her truth Gave back to me the joys of my youth, Which seemed to be lost beyond all doubt. And therefore I have chosen her out To wed with me, knowing her free. I think that God will let this be. But now if I fail, and not obtain, I will never embrace woman again; For all I am and all I have Is but a gift, Sirs, that she gave. Lo! I enjoin ye, with God's will, That this my longing ye fulfil: I pray ye all, have but one voice, And let your choice go with my choice.” blank page 68 DGR's pagination Then the cries ceased, and the counter-cries, And all the battle of advice, And every lord, being content With Henry's choice, granted assent. Then the priests came, to bind as one Two lives in bridal unison. Into his hand they folded hers, Not to be loosed in coming years, And uttered between man and wife God's blessing on the road of their life. Many a bright and pleasant day The twain pursued their steadfast way, Till, hand in hand, at length they trod Upward to the Kingdom of God. Even as it was with them, even thus, And quickly, it must be with us. To such reward as theirs was then, God help us in His hour. Amen. ---------------