A FORGIVENESS. I am indeed the personage you know. As for my wife,- what happened long ago You have a right to question me, as I Am bound to answer. Thus then all happened, Father! Power and place I had as still I have. I ran life's race, With the whole world to see, as only strains His strength some athlete whose prodigious gains Of good appall him: happy to excess, Work freely done should balance happiness. Fully enjoyed; and, since beneath my roof Housed she who made home heaven, in heaven's behoof I went forth every day, and all day long Worked for the world. Look, how the laborer's song Cheers him! Thus sang my soul, at each sharp throe Of laboring flesh and blood—" She loves me so !" One day, perhaps such song so knit the nerve Forth from the alcove, I saw start, ensconce My fancies in the natural order ran: "A spy, perhaps a foe in ambuscade, A thief,― more like, a sweetheart of some maid "Stand there!" I bid. Whereat my man but wraps His face the closelier with uplifted arm Whereon the cloak lies, strikes in blind alarm Of statues, marble god and goddess ranged For safety one step thence, the street, you know! Thus far I followed my gaze. Then, slow, Would scorn the folly. I applaud the knave! He had the eye, could single from my brood His proper fledgling!" As I turned, there stood In face of me, my wife stone-still stone-white. Whether one bound had brought her, at first sight As now at joy's height, like a year in June Or whether hungry for my hate- who knows? Our tingling true relation, hate embraced By hate one naked moment: anyhow --- There stone-still stone-white stood my wife, but now The woman who made heaven within my house. Ay, she who faced me was my very spouse As well as love— you are to recollect! 66 Stay!" she said. "Keep at least one soul un specked With crime, that's spotless hitherto - your own! Kill me who court the blessing, who alone About him, helpless as the statue there But do the passive marble no despite ! I love him as I hate you. Kill me! At one blow both infinitudes alike Out of existence hate and love! - Strike Whence love? That's safe within my heart, nor will remove Whence hate? The secret lay on lip, at brink At every form wherein your love took shape, Kill me!" We went in. Next day after this, I felt as if the speech might come. I spoke Easily, after all. |