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BEATRICE
by Lewis Carroll
IN her eyes is the living light
Of a wanderer to earth
From a far celestial height:
Summers five are all the span-
Summers five since Time began
To veil in mists of human night
A shining angel-birth. -
Does an angel look from her eyes?
Will she suddenly spring away
And soar to her home in the skies?
Beatrice! Blessing and blessed to be!
Beatrice! Stillas I gaze on thee
Visions of two sweet maids arise
Whose life was of yesterday: -
Of a Beatrice pale and stern
With the lips of a dumb despair
With the innocent eyes that yearn-
Yearn for the young sweet hours of life
Far from sorrow and far from strife
For the happy summersthat never return
When the world seemed good and fair: -
Of a Beatrice gloriousbright-
Of a saintedethereal maid
Whose blue eyes are deep fountains of light
Cheering the poet that broodeth apart
Filling with gladness his desolate heart
Like the moon when she shines thro' a cloudless night
On a world of silence and shade. -
And the visions waver and faint
And the visions vanish away
That my fancy delighted to paint-
She is here at my sidea living child
With the glowing cheek and the tresses wild
Nor death-pale martyrnor radiant saint
Yet stainless and bright as they. -
For I thinkif a grim wild beast
Were to come from his charnel-cave
From his jungle-home in the East-
Stealthily creeping with bated breath
Stealthily creeping with eyes of death-
He would all forget his dream of the feast
And crouch at her feet a slave. -
She would twine her hand in his mane:
She would prattle in silvery tone
Like the tinkle of summer-rain-
Questioning him with her laughing eyes
Questioning him with a glad surprise
Till she caught from those fierce eyes again
The love that lit her own. -
And be sureif a savage heart
In a mask of human guise
Were to come on her here apart-
Bound for a dark and a deadly deed
Hurrying past with pitiless speed-
He would suddenly falter and guiltily start
At the glance of her pure blue eyes. -
Naybe sureif an angel fair
A bright seraph undefiled
Were to stoop from the trackless air
Fain would she linger in glad amaze-
Lovingly linger to ponder and gaze
With a sister's love and a sister's care
On the happyinnocent child. -
Dec. 41862. -
THE END