The Complete Poetical Works of Constance Naden
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He lay and watched her timid attitudes, The rosy colour mantling in her cheek, Her faltering phrases, with brief interludes Of sighs ; he watched, and did not stir or speak : But when, like one who in strange peril stands, She tottered, grew death-pale, flung out her hands, He rose with desperate hunger in his face, Clasped her with arms that trembled as they strained, Kissed the fair head that bent to his embrace, The lily cheeks, the eyelids violet-veined ; And held her long, although she fai...ntly strove To free herself, in very fear of love.
THE STORY OF CLARICE. 287 She did not know the feeling of a kiss, Except her father's — which had not been warm — And now she shrank and shuddered from her bliss E'en as a thirsting wretch before the storm Of wind and rain, that must renew his life, Unless he die in the tumultuous strife.
At length he half-released her — "Sweet," he said, " This is my fruit, my medicine ; were I blind Now must I see — must live, if I were dead ; You are my breath, my pulse, my inmost mind ; Music you are, whose mournfulness and mirth Reveal the Will of this phantasmal Earth." She blushed at his remembrance of that page In Schopenhauer — " Ah forgive !" she cried — " I was a tame-bred goldfinch in its cage, Not knowing that the world is all outside ; Yet such poor birds will beat the bars, and sing Of hope, and build an idle nest in Spring." "Yet nay," he smiled, "you are Olympian-born, You are Egeria's self, the nymph who blest Rome's king with laws from Heaven : that gloomy morn When I arose from nightmare-laden rest A banished man, you sent your sprite divine, That pitying led me to the fountain-shrine." 288 THE STORY OF CLARICE.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
He lay and watched her timid attitudes, The rosy colour mantling in her cheek, Her faltering phrases, with brief interludes Of sighs ; he watched, and did not stir or speak : But when, like one who in strange peril stands, She tottered, grew death-pale, flung out her hands, He rose with desperate hunger in his face, Clasped her with arms that trembled as they strained, Kissed the fair head that bent to his embrace, The lily cheeks, the eyelids violet-veined ; And held her long, although she fai...ntly strove To free herself, in very fear of love.
THE STORY OF CLARICE. 287 She did not know the feeling of a kiss, Except her father's — which had not been warm — And now she shrank and shuddered from her bliss E'en as a thirsting wretch before the storm Of wind and rain, that must renew his life, Unless he die in the tumultuous strife.
At length he half-released her — "Sweet," he said, " This is my fruit, my medicine ; were I blind Now must I see — must live, if I were dead ; You are my breath, my pulse, my inmost mind ; Music you are, whose mournfulness and mirth Reveal the Will of this phantasmal Earth." She blushed at his remembrance of that page In Schopenhauer — " Ah forgive !" she cried — " I was a tame-bred goldfinch in its cage, Not knowing that the world is all outside ; Yet such poor birds will beat the bars, and sing Of hope, and build an idle nest in Spring." "Yet nay," he smiled, "you are Olympian-born, You are Egeria's self, the nymph who blest Rome's king with laws from Heaven : that gloomy morn When I arose from nightmare-laden rest A banished man, you sent your sprite divine, That pitying led me to the fountain-shrine." 288 THE STORY OF CLARICE.
What to read after The Complete Poetical Works of Constance Naden?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Naden, Constance Caroline Woodhill, 1858-1889 to read onlineMoreLess
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