771. The Blessèd Damozel

THE blessèd Damozel lean’d out
From the gold bar of Heaven:
Her blue grave eyes were deeper much
Than a deep water, even.
She had three lilies in her hand,	5
And the stars in her hair were seven.

Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem,
No wrought flowers did adorn,
But a white rose of Mary’s gift
On the neck meetly worn;	10
And her hair, lying down her back,
Was yellow like ripe corn.

Herseem’d she scarce had been a day
One of God’s choristers;
The wonder was not yet quite gone	15
From that still look of hers;
Albeit, to them she left, her day
Had counted as ten years.

(To one it is ten years of years:
…Yet now, here in this place,	20
Surely she lean’d o’er me,—her hair
Fell all about my face….
Nothing: the Autumn-fall of leaves.
The whole year sets apace.)

It was the terrace of God’s house	25
That she was standing on,—
By God built over the sheer depth
In which Space is begun;
So high, that looking downward thence,
She scarce could see the sun.	30

It lies from Heaven across the flood
Of ether, as a bridge.
Beneath, the tides of day and night
With flame and darkness ridge
The void, as low as where this earth	35
Spins like a fretful midge.

But in those tracts, with her, it was
The peace of utter light
And silence. For no breeze may stir
Along the steady flight	40
Of seraphim; no echo there,
Beyond all depth or height.

Heard hardly, some of her new friends,
Playing at holy games,
Spake gentle-mouth’d, among themselves,	45
Their virginal chaste names;
And the souls, mounting up to God,
Went by her like thin flames.

And still she bow’d herself, and stoop’d
Into the vast waste calm;	50
Till her bosom’s pressure must have made
The bar she lean’d on warm,
And the lilies lay as if asleep
Along her bended arm.

From the fixt lull of Heaven, she saw	55
Time, like a pulse, shake fierce
Through all the worlds. Her gaze still strove,
In that steep gulf, to pierce
The swarm; and then she spoke, as when
The stars sang in their spheres.	60

‘I wish that he were come to me,
For he will come,’ she said.
‘Have I not pray’d in solemn Heaven?
On earth, has he not pray’d?
Are not two prayers a perfect strength?	65
And shall I feel afraid?

‘When round his head the aureole clings,
And he is clothed in white,
I’ll take his hand, and go with him
To the deep wells of light,	70
And we will step down as to a stream
And bathe there in God’s sight.

‘We two will stand beside that shrine,
Occult, withheld, untrod,
Whose lamps tremble continually	75
With prayer sent up to God;
And where each need, reveal’d, expects
Its patient period.

‘We two will lie i’ the shadow of
That living mystic tree	80
Within whose secret growth the Dove
Sometimes is felt to be,
While every leaf that His plumes touch
Saith His name audibly.

‘And I myself will teach to him,—	85
I myself, lying so,—
The songs I sing here; which his mouth
Shall pause in, hush’d and slow,
Finding some knowledge at each pause,
And some new thing to know.’	90

(Alas! to her wise simple mind
These things were all but known
Before: they trembled on her sense,—
Her voice had caught their tone.
Alas for lonely Heaven! Alas	95
For life wrung out alone!

Alas, and though the end were reach’d?…
Was thy part understood
Or borne in trust? And for her sake
Shall this too be found good?—	100
May the close lips that knew not prayer
Praise ever, though they would?)

‘We two,’ she said, ‘will seek the groves
Where the lady Mary is,
With her five handmaidens, whose names	105
Are five sweet symphonies:—
Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen,
Margaret and Rosalys.

‘Circle-wise sit they, with bound locks
And bosoms coverèd;	110
Into the fine cloth, white like flame,
Weaving the golden thread,
To fashion the birth-robes for them
Who are just born, being dead.

‘He shall fear, haply, and be dumb.	115
Then I will lay my cheek
To his, and tell about our love,
Not once abash’d or weak:
And the dear Mother will approve
My pride, and let me speak.	120

‘Herself shall bring us, hand in hand,
To Him round whom all souls
Kneel—the unnumber’d solemn heads
Bow’d with their aureoles:
And Angels, meeting us, shall sing	125
To their citherns and citoles.

‘There will I ask of Christ the Lord
Thus much for him and me:—
To have more blessing than on earth
In nowise; but to be	130
As then we were,—being as then
At peace. Yea, verily.

‘Yea, verily; when he is come
We will do thus and thus:
Till this my vigil seem quite strange	135
And almost fabulous;
We two will live at once, one life;
And peace shall be with us.’

She gazed, and listen’d, and then said,
Less sad of speech than mild,—	140
‘All this is when he comes.’ She ceased:
The light thrill’d past her, fill’d
With Angels, in strong level lapse.
Her eyes pray’d, and she smiled.

(I saw her smile.) But soon their flight	145
Was vague ‘mid the poised spheres.
And then she cast her arms along
The golden barriers,
And laid her face between her hands,
And wept. (I heard her tears.)	150

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