Elizabeth Barrett Browning - The Poet's Vow (Showing How Rosalind Fared By The Keeping Of The Vow) lyrics

I. In d**h-sheets lieth Rosalind  As white and still as they; And the old nurse that watched her bed  Rose up with "Well-a-day!" And oped the casement to let in The sun, and that sweet doubtful din Which droppeth from the gra** and bough Sans wind and bird, none knoweth how—  To cheer her as she lay. To Be Contee................ II. The old nurse started when she saw  Her sudden look of woe: But the quick wan tremblings round her mouth  In a meek smile did go, And calm she said, "When I am dead,  Dear nurse it shall be so. III. "Till then, shut out those sights and sounds,  And pray God pardon me That I without this pain no more  His blessed works can see! And lean beside me, loving nurse, That thou mayst hear, ere I am worse,  What thy last love should be." IV. The loving nurse leant over her,  As white she lay beneath; The old eyes searching, dim with life,  The young ones dim with d**h, To read their look if sound forsook  The trying, trembling breath. V. "When all this feeble breath is done,  And I on bier am laid, My tresses smoothed for never a feast,  My body in shroud arrayed, Uplift each palm in a saintly calm,  As if that still I prayed. VI. "And heap beneath mine head the flowers  You stoop so low to pull, The little white flowers from the wood  Which grow there in the cool, Which he and I, in childhood's games, Went plucking, knowing not their names,  And filled thine apron full. VII. "Weep not! I weep not. d**h is strong,  The eyes of d**h are dry! But lay this scroll upon my breast  When hushed its heavings lie, And wait awhile for the corpse's smile  Which shineth presently. VIII. "And when it shineth, straightway call  Thy youngest children dear, And bid them gently carry me  All barefaced on the bier; But bid them pa** my kirkyard gra**  That waveth long anear. IX. "And up the bank where I used to sit  And dream what life would be, Along the brook with its sunny look  Akin to living glee,— O'er the windy hill, through the forest still,  Let them gently carry me. X. "And through the piny forest still,  And down the open moorland Round where the sea beats mistily  And blindly on the foreland; And let them chant that hymn I know, Bearing me soft, bearing me slow,  To the ancient hall of Courland. XI. "And when withal they near the hall,  In silence let them lay My bier before the bolted door,  And leave it for a day: For I have vowed, though I am proud, To go there as a guest in shroud,  And not be turned away." XII. The old nurse looked within her eyes  Whose mutual look was gone; The old nurse stooped upon her mouth,  Whose answering voice was done; And nought she heard, till a little bird  Upon the casement's woodbine swinging Broke out into a loud sweet singing  For joy o' the summer sun: "Alack! alack!"—she watched no more,  With head on knee she wailèd sore, And the little bird sang o'er and o'er  For joy o' the summer sun.