Sidney Lanier

“ Her white forefinger quivering aloft
At greatest arm’s-length of her dainty arm,
In menace sweeter than a kiss could be
And terribler than sudden whispers are
That come from lips unseen, in sunlit room. ”

“ Shaved as thou wert ear-barber by profession!”
Whereat one witling cries, “’tis monstrous fit,
In sooth, a shaven-pated priest should have
A shaven-eared audience;” and another,
“Give thanks, thou Jacques, to this most gracious Duke
That rids thee of the life-long dread of loss
Of thy two ears, by cropping them at once;
And now henceforth full safely thou may’st dare
The powerfullest Lord in France to touch
An ear of thine;” and now the knave o’ the knife
Seizes the handle to commence again, and saws
And . . ha! Lift up thine head, O Henry! Friend! ”