Yet you in your mid manhood

O the grief when yesterday They bore the Cross before you to the chaut of funeral hymns.

XIII.

“Libera me, Domine!" you sang the Psalm, and when The Priest pronounced you dead, and flung the mould upon your feet,

A beauty came upon your face, not that of living men, But seen upon the silent brow when life has ceased to beat.

XIV.

"Libera nos, Domine " you knew not one was there Who saw you kneel beside your bier, and weeping scarce could see;

May I come a little nearer, I that heard, and changed the prayer

nos" for the solitary "me."

XV.

My beauty marred by you? by you! so be it. All is well If I lose it and myself in the higher beauty, yours.

My beauty lured that falcon from his eyry on the fell, Who never caught one gleam of the beauty which endures

XVI.

The Count who sought to snap the bond that link'd us life to life,

Who whisper'd me "your Ulric loves" a little nearer

He hiss'd, “Let us revenge ourselves, your Ulric woos my wife "

A lie by which he thought he could subdue me to his

will.

XVII.

I knew that you were near me when I let him kiss my

brow;

Well, he kiss'd me on the lips, I was jealous, anger'd, vain, And I meant to make you jealous. Are you jealous of me

now?

Your pardon, O my love, if I ever gave you pain.

XVIII.

You never once accused me, but I wept alone, and sigh'd

In the winter of the

That icy winter silence

Present for the summer of the Past;

how it froze you from your bride, Tho' I made one barren effort to break it at the last.

XIX.

I brought you, you remember, these roses, when I knew You were parting for the war, and you took them tho' you frown'd;

You frown'd and yet you kiss'd them. All at once the trumpet blew,

And you spurr'd your fiery horse, and you hurl'd them to the ground.

XX.

You parted for the Holy War without a word to me,

And clear myself unask'd- not I. My nature was too proud.

And him I saw but once again, and far away was he, When I was praying in a storm - the crash was long and

loud

XXI.

That God would ever slant His bolt from falling on your

head

Then I lifted up my eyes, he was coming down the fell I clapt my hands. The sudden fire from Heaven had dash'd him dead,

And sent him charr'd and blasted to the deathless fire of Hell.

XXII.

See, I sinn'd but for a moment. I repented and repent, And trust myself forgiven by the God to whom I kneel.

A little nearer? Yes. I shall hardly be content

Till I be leper like yourself, my love, from head to heel.

XXIII.

O foolish dreams, that you, that I, would slight our marriage oath:

I held you at that moment even dearer than before; Now God has made you leper in His loving care for both, That we might cling together, never doubt each other

more.

XXIV.

The Priest, who join'd you to the dead, has join'd our hands of old;

If man and wife be but one flesh, let mine be leprous too, As dead from all the human race as if beneath the mould; If you be dead, then I am dead, who only live for you.

Would Earth tho' hid in
The leech forsake the
The shadow leave the
noon?

XXV.

cloud not be follow'd by the Moon? dying bed for terror of his life? Substance in the brooding light of

Or if I had been the leper would you have left the wife?

XXVI.

Not take them? Still you wave me off

I go

poor roses must

I have worn them year by year · from the bush we both

had set

What? fling them to you? well

No!

that were hardly gracious.

Your plague but passes by the touch. A little nearer yet!

XXVII.

There, there! he buried you, the Priest; the Priest is not to

blame,

He joins us once again, to his either office true:

I thank him. I am happy, happy. Kiss me. In the

name

Of the everlasting God, I will live and die with you.

[DEAN MILMAN has remarked that the protection and care afforded by the Church to this blighted race of lepers was among the most beautiful of its offices during the Middle Ages. The leprosy of the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries was supposed to be a legacy of the crusades, but was in all probability the offspring of meagre and unwholesome diet, miserable lodging and clothing, physical and moral degradation. The services of the Church in the seclusion of these unhappy sufferers were most affecting. The stern duty of looking to the public welfare is tempered with exquisite compassion for the victims of this loathsome disease. The ritual for the sequestration of the leprous differed little from the burial service. After the leper had been sprinkled with holy water, the priest conducted him into the church, the leper singing the psalm "Libera me domine," and the crucifix and bearer going before. In the church a black cloth was stretched over two trestles in front of the altar, and the leper leaning at its side devoutly heard mass. The priest, taking up a little earth in his cloak, threw it on one of the leper's feet, and put him out of the church, if it did not rain too heavily; took him to his hut in the midst of the fields, and then uttered the prohibitions: "I forbid you entering the church . . . or entering the company of others. I forbid you quitting your home without your leper's dress." He concluded: "Take this dress, and wear it in token of humility; take these gloves, take this clapper, as a sign that you are forbidden to speak to any one. You are not to be indignant at being thus separated from others, and as to your little wants, good people will provide for you, and God will not desert you." Then in this old ritual follow these sad words: "When it shall come to pass that the leper shall pass out of this world, he shall be buried in his hut, and not in the churchyard." At first there was a doubt whether wives should follow their husbands who had been leprous, or remain in the world and marry again. The Church decided that the marriage-tie was indissoluble, and so bestowed on these unhappy beings this immense source of consolation. With a love stronger than this living death, lepers were followed into banishment from the haunts of men by their faithful wives. Readers of Sir J. Stephen's Essays on Ecclesiastical Biography will recollect the description of the founder of the Franciscan order, how, controlling his involuntary disgust, St. Francis of Assisi washed the feet and dressed the sores of the lepers, once at least reverently applying his lips to their wounds. - BOUCHER-JAMES.]

This ceremony of quasi-burial varied considerably at different times and in different places. In some cases a grave was dug, and the leper's face was often covered during the service.

TO ULYSSES.

I.

LYSSES, much-experienced man,

ULYSS

Whose eyes have known this globe of ours, Her tribes of men, and trees, and flowers, From Corrientes to Japan,

II.

To you that bask below the Line,
I soaking here in winter wet

The century's three strong eights have met To drag me down to seventy-nine

III.

In summer if I reach my day

To you, yet young, who breathe the balm
Of summer-winters by the palm

And orange grove of Paraguay,

IV.

I tolerant of the colder time,

Who love the winter woods, to trace On paler heavens the branching grace Of leafless elm, or naked lime,

V.

And see my cedar green, and there
My giant ilex keeping leaf

When frost is keen and days are brief

Or marvel how in English air

VI.

My yucca, which no winter quells,

Altho' the months have scarce begun,
Has push'd toward our faintest sun
A spike of half-accomplish'd bells-