XXXIV. Why follow here that grim old chronicle Which counts the dagger-strokes and drops of blood? Enough that Margaret by his mad steel fell, Unmoved by murder from her trusting mood, With a sad love, remembering when he stood XXXV. His crime complete, scarce knowing what he did, XXXVI. His heart went out within him, like a spark More strangely pale and beautiful she grew : XXXVII. Or visions of past days, mother's a eyes That smiled down on the fair boy at her knee, Whose happy upturned face to hers replies, He saw sometimes; or Margaret mournfully Gazed on him full of doubt, as one who tries To crush belief that does love injury; Then she would wring her hands, but soon again XXXVIII. Meanwhile he dared not go and steal away Those open eyes that showed the death within, A dreadful impulse, whence his will could win No refuge, made him linger in the aisle, Freezing with his wan look each greeting smile. XXXIX. Now, on the second day, there was to be A festival in church: from far and near Came flocking in the sun-burnt peasantry, And knights and dames with stately antique cheer, Blazing with pomp, as if all faërie Had emptied her quaint halls, or, as it were, The illuminated marge of some old book, While we were gazing, life and motion took. XL. When all were entered, and the roving eyes And all the rustlings over that arise From recognizing tokens of delight, When friendly glances meet, then silent ease XLI. Then swelled the organ: up through choir and nave The music trembled with an inward thrill Of bliss at its own grandeur: wave on wave The hushed air shivered with the throb it gave, XLII. Like to a mighty heart the music seemed, Yet triumphs breaking; on it rushed and streamed XLIII. Deeper and deeper shudders shook the air, As the huge bass kept gathering heavily, Like thunder when it rouses in its lair, And with its hoarse growl shakes the low-hung sky: It grew up like a darkness everywhere, Filling the vast cathedral; - suddenly, From the dense mass a boy's clear treble broke Like lightning, and the full-toned choir awoke. |