Coventry Patmore

“ Like very altar-fires to Fred,
Whose steps she follows everywhere
Like a tame duck, to the despair
Of Colonel Holmes, who does his part
To break her funny little heart.
Honor’s enchanted. ’Tis her view
That people, if they’re good and true,
And treated well, and let alone,
Will kindly take to what’s their own,
And always be original,
Like children. Honor’s just like all
The rest of us! But, thinking so,
’Tis well she miss’d Lord Clitheroe,
Who hates originality,
Though he puts up with it in me. ”

“ My strength, as once it was my bliss.
And do not chafe at social rules.
Leave that to charlatans and fools.
Clay grafts and clods conceive the rose,
So base still fathers best. Life owes
Itself to bread; enough thereof
And easy days condition love;
And, kindly train’d, love’s roses thrive,
No more pale, scentless petals five,
Which moisten the considerate eye
To see what haste they make to die,
But heavens of colour and perfume,
Which, month by month, renew the bloom
Of art-born graces, when the year
In all the natural grove is sere. ”

“ And tear-glad Mistress of his hopes of bliss,
Too fair for man to kiss?
Who is this only happy She,
Whom, by a frantic flight of courtesy,
Born of despair
Of better lodging for his Spirit fair,
He adores as Margaret, Maude, or Cecily?
And what this sigh,
That each one heaves for Earth’s last lowlihead
And the Heaven high
Ineffably lock’d in dateless bridal-bed?
Are all, then, mad, or is it prophecy?
‘Sons now we are of God,’ as we have heard,
‘But what we shall be hath not yet appear’d.’
O, Heart, remember thee,
That Man is none,
Save One. ”

“ Howe’er devout, use dulls the bliss.
Though love is all of earth that’s dear,
Its home, my Children, is not here:
The pathos of eternity
Does in its fullest pleasure sigh.
Be grateful and most glad thereof.
Parting, as ’tis, is pain enough.
If love, by joy, has learn’d to give
Praise with the nature sensitive,
At last, to God, we then possess
The end of mortal happiness,
And henceforth very well may wait
The unbarring of the golden gate,
Wherethrough, already, faith can see
That apter to each wish than we
Is God, and curious to bless
Better than we devise or guess ”

“ And those perpetual yearnings sweet
Of lives which dream that they can meet
Are given that lovers never may
Be without sacrifice to lay
On the high altar of true love,
With tears of vestal joy. To move
Frantic, like comets to our bliss,
Forgetting that we always miss,
And so to seek and fly the sun,
By turns, around which love should run,
Perverts the ineffable delight
Of service guerdon’d with full sight
And pathos of a hopeless want,
To an unreal victory’s vaunt,
And plaint of an unreal defeat. ”

“ To see the peach-bloom come in evening skies,
Perchance we may,
Where now this night is day,
And even through faith of still averted feet,
Making full circle of our banishment,
Amazed meet;
The bitter journey to the bourne so sweet
Seasoning the termless feast of our content
With tears of recognition never dry.
SPONSA DEI.
What is this Maiden fair,
The laughing of whose eye
Is in man’s heart renew’d virginity:
Who yet sick longing breeds
For marriage which exceeds
The inventive guess of Love to satisfy
With hope of utter binding, and of loosing endless dear despair? ”

“ There’s nothing heals one woman’s loss,
And lightens life’s eternal cross
With intermission of sound rest,
Like lying in another’s breast.
The cure is, to your thinking, low!
Is not life all, henceforward, so?’
Ill Voice, at least thou calm’st my mood:
I’ll sleep! But, as I thus conclude,
The intrusions of her grace dispel
The comfortable glooms of hell.
A wonder! Ere these lines were dried,
Vaughan and my Love, his three-days’ Bride,
Became my guests. I look’d, and, lo,
In beauty soft as is the snow
And powerful as the avalanche,
She lit the deck. The Heav’n-sent chance! ”

“ Of all that makes their inmost bliss,
And life’s an image still of this,
But haply such a glorious one
As is the rainbow of the sun?
Sweet are your words, but, after all
Their mere reversal may befall
The partners of His glories who
Daily is crucified anew:
Splendid privations, martyrdoms
To which no weak remission comes
Perpetual passion for the good
Of them that feel no gratitude,
Far circlings, as of planets’ fires,
Round never-to-be-reach’d desires,
Whatever rapturously sighs
That life is love, love sacrifice. ”

“ Fred must, I felt, be so distress’d
By aught in me unlike the rest
Who come here. But I find the place
Delightful; there’s such ease, and grace,
And kindness, and all seem to be
On such a high equality.
They have not got to think, you know,
How far to make the money go.
But Frederick says it’s less the expense
Of money, than of sound good-sense,
Quickness to care what others feel
And thoughts with nothing to conceal;
Which I’ll teach Johnny. Mrs. Vaughan
Was waiting for us on the Lawn,
And kiss’d and call’d me ‘Cousin.’ Fred
Neglected his old friends, she said. ”

“ Of heavenly affection, I
Perceived that utter love is all
The same as to be rational,
And that the mind and heart of love,
Which think they cannot do enough,
Are truly the everlasting doors
Wherethrough, all unpetition’d, pours
The eternal pleasance. Wherefore we
Had innermost tranquillity,
And breathed one life with such a sense
Of friendship and of confidence,
That, recollecting the sure word:
‘If two of you are in accord
On earth, as touching any boon
Which ye shall ask, it shall be done
In heaven,’ we ask’d that heaven’s bliss
Might ne’er be any less than this ”

“ To be no more, and heaven’s bliss
Some dreadful good which is not this.
But being about to die makes clear
Many dark things. I have no fear,
Now that my love, my grief, my joy
Is but a passion for a toy. ”

“ And yet, ah, laugh not, when you think
What cup of life I sought to drink!
The bold, said I, have climb’d to bliss
Absurd, impossible, as this,
With nought to help them but so great
A heart it fascinates their fate. ”

“ Where I may meet with her, (yet this
I count but accidental bliss,)
And that the full, celestial weal
Of all shall sensitively feel
The partnership and work of each,
And thus my love and labour reach
Her region, there the more to bless
Her last, consummate happiness,
Is guerdon up to the degree
Of that alone true loyalty
Which, sacrificing, is not nice
About the terms of sacrifice,
But offers all, with smiles that say,
’Tis little, but it is for aye!
XI. FROM MRS. GRAHAM.
You wanted her, my Son, for wife,
With the fierce need of life in life. ”

“ Age has romance almost as sweet
And much more generous than this
Of yours and John’s. With all the bliss
Of the evenings when you coo’d with him
And upset home for your sole whim,
You might have envied, were you wise,
The tears within your Mother’s eyes,
Which, I dare say, you did not see.
But let that pass! Yours yet will be,
I hope, as happy, kind, and true
As lives which now seem void to you. ”

“ That my demerit is my bliss.
My life is hid with him in Christ,
Never therefrom to be enticed;
And in his strength have I such rest
As when the baby on my breast
Finds what it knows not how to seek,
And, very happy, very weak,
Lies, only knowing all is well,
Pillow’d on kindness palpable. ”

“ But fear to wander all confused,
By two-fold fealty abused.
Either should I the one forget,
Or scantly pay the other’s debt.
You bid me, Father, count the cost.
I have; and all that must be lost
I feel as only woman can.
To make the heart’s wealth of some man,
And through the untender world to move,
Wrapt safe in his superior love,
How sweet! ”

“ Though not a leaf is out, so she
The bloom of life provoked in me
And, hard till then and selfish, I
Was thenceforth nought but sanctity
And service: life was mere delight
In being wholly good and right,
As she was; just, without a slur;
Honouring myself no less than her;
Obeying, in the loneliest place,
Ev’n to the slightest gesture, grace,
Assured that one so fair, so true,
He only served that was so too.
For me, hence weak towards the weak,
No more the unnested blackbird’s shriek
Startled the light-leaved wood; on high
Wander’d the gadding butterfly,
Unscared by my flung cap ”

“ I look’d quite well
(‘Quite charming,’ were the words Fred said,)
With the new gown that I’ve had made
I am so proud of Frederick.
He’s so high-bred and lordly-like
With Mrs. Vaughan! He’s not quite so
At home with me; but that, you know,
I can’t expect, or wish. ’Twould hurt,
And seem to mock at my desert.
Not but that I’m a duteous wife
To Fred; but, in another life,
Where all are fair that have been true,
I hope I shall be graceful too,
Like Mrs. Vaughan. And, now, good-bye! ”

“ In tearfullest banishment, is bliss.
And so, dearest Honoria, I
Have never learn’d the weary sigh
Of those that to their love-feasts went,
Fed, and forgot the Sacrament;
And not a trifle now occurs
But sweet initiation stirs
Of new-discover’d joy, and lends
To feeling change that never ends;
And duties which the many irk,
Are made all wages and no work. ”

“ Terror, thou swarthy Groom of Bride-bliss coy,
Let me not see thee toy.
O, Death, too tardy with thy hope intense
Of kisses close beyond conceit of sense;
O, Life, too liberal, while to take her hand
Is more of hope than heart can understand ”

“ Hand in hand wander, shout, laugh, and sing:
Lo, in their bosoms, wild with the marvel,
Love, like the crocus, is come ere the Spring.
Young men and women, noble and tender,
Yearn for each other, faith truly plight,
Promise to cherish, comfort and honour;
Vow that makes duty one with delight. ”

“ Love’s inmost nuptial sweetness see
In the doctrine of virginity!
Could lovers, at their dear wish, blend,
’Twould kill the bliss which they intend;
For joy is love’s obedience
Against the law of natural sense ”

“ Wed me? Ah, never near her come
The knowledge of the narrow home!
Far fly from her dear face, that shows
The sunshine lovelier than the rose,
The sordid gravity they wear
Who poverty’s base burthen bear!
(And all are poor who come to miss
Their custom, though a crown be this.)
My hope was, that the wheels of fate,
For my exceeding need, might wait,
And she, unseen amidst all eyes,
Move sightless, till I sought the prize,
With honour, in an equal field.
But then came Vaughan, to whom I yield
With grace as much as any man,
In such cause, to another can. ”

“ You whose ambition only is
The assurance that you make my bliss,
(Hence my first debt of love to show,
That you, past showing indeed do so!)
Trust me the world, the firmament,
With diverse-natured worlds besprent,
Were rear’d in no mere undivine
Boast of omnipotent design,
The lion differing from the snake
But for the trick of difference sake,
And comets darting to and fro
Because in circles planets go ”

“ Her brilliant mildness threads the maze;
Our thoughts are lovely, and each word
Is music in the music heard,
And all things seem but parts to be
Of one persistent harmony,
By which I’m made divinely bold;
The secret, which she knows, is told;
And, laughing with a lofty bliss
Of innocent accord, we kiss:
About her neck my pleasure weeps ”

“ Not without condescending craft
To disappoint with bliss, and waft
Our vessels frail, when worst He mocks
The heart with breakers and with rocks,
To happiest havens. You have heard
Your bond death-sentenced by His Word. ”

“ Vaughan to come,
From a morning’s useful pastime, home,
And greet, with such a courteous zest
His handsome wife, still newly dress’d,
As if the Bird of Paradise
Should daily change her plumage thrice.
He’s always well, she’s always gay. ”

“ My faults the most, than now your love
Forgets but where it can approve.
You gain by loss, if that seem’d small
Possess’d, which, being gone, turns all
Surviving good to vanity.
Oh, Fred, this makes it sweet to die! ”

“ Do you know, Dear, this odd wife of Fred
Adores his old Love in his stead!
She is so nice, yet, I should say,
Not quite the thing for every day.
Wonders are wearying! Felix goes
Next Sunday with her to the Close,
And you will judge.
Honoria asks
All Wiltshire Belles here; Felix basks
Like Puss in fire-shine, when the room
Is thus aflame with female bloom. ”

“ Her gentle step, to go or come,
Gains her more merit than a martyrdom;
And, if she dance, it doth such grace confer
As opes the heaven of heavens to more than her,
And makes a rival of her worshipper. ”