The Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Volume 2 — A Reader’s Guide
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She looked from heaven into my face And said, _I love thee well._" Margret, Margret.
IT trembled on the grass With a low, shadowy laughter; You could see each bird as it woke and stared Through the shrivelled foliage after. "Fair child thy sister is! But better loveth she Thy golden comb than thy gathered flowers, And better both than thee, Margret, Margret."
Thy lady did not heed The withering on the bough; Still calm her smile albeit the while A little pale her brow: "I have a father old, The lord of ancient halls; An hundred friends are in his court Yet only me he calls. Margret, Margret.
"An hundred knights are in his court Yet read I by his knee; And when forth they go to the tourney-show I rise not up to see: 'T is a weary book to read, My tryst's at set of sun, But loving and dear beneath the stars Is his blessing when I've done." Margret, Margret.
IT trembled on the grass With a low, shadowy laughter; And moon and star though bright and far Did shrink and darken after. "High lord thy father is! But better loveth he His ancient halls than his hundred friends, His ancient halls, than thee, Margret, Margret."
The lady did not heed That the far stars did fail; Still calm her smile, albeit the while ... Nay, but she is not pale! "I have more than a friend Across the mountains dim: No other's voice is soft to me, Unless it nameth _him_." Margret, Margret.
"Though louder beats my heart, I know his tread again, And his fair plume aye, unless turned away, For the tears do blind me then: We brake no gold, a sign Of stronger faith to be, But I wear his last look in my soul, Which said, _I love but thee!_" Margret, Margret.
IT trembled on the grass With a low, shadowy laughter; And the wind did toll, as a passing soul Were sped by church-bell after; And shadows, 'stead of light, Fell from the stars above, In flakes of darkness on her face Still bright with trusting love. Margret, Margret.
"He _loved_ but only thee! _That_ love is transient too. The wild hawk's bill doth dabble still I' the mouth that vowed thee true: Will he open his dull eyes When tears fall on his brow? Behold, the death-worm to his heart Is a nearer thing than _thou_, Margret, Margret."
Her face was on the ground-- None saw the agony; But the men at sea did that night agree They heard a drowning cry: And when the morning brake, Fast rolled the river's tide, With the green trees waving overhead And a white corse laid beside. Margret, Margret.
A knight's bloodhound and he The funeral watch did keep; With a thought o' the chase he stroked its face As it howled to see him weep. A fair child kissed the dead, But shrank before its cold. And alone yet proudly in his hall Did stand a baron old. Margret, Margret.
Hang up my harp again! I have no voice for song. Not song but wail, and mourners pale, Not bards, to love belong. O failing human love! O light, by darkness known! O false, the while thou treadest earth! O deaf beneath the stone! Margret, Margret.
----so find we profit, By losing of our prayers.
To rest the weary nurse has gone: An eight-day watch had watched she, Still rocking beneath sun and moon The baby on her knee, Till Isobel its mother said "The fever waneth--wend to bed, For now the watch comes round to me."
Then wearily the nurse did throw Her pallet in the darkest place Of that sick room, and slept and dreamed: For, as the gusty wind did blow The night-lamp's flare across her face, She saw or seemed to see, but dreamed, That the poplars tall on the opposite hill, The seven tall poplars on the hill, Did clasp the setting sun until His rays dropped from him, pined and still As blossoms in frost, Till he waned and paled, so weirdly crossed, To the colour of moonlight which doth pass Over the dank ridged churchyard grass. The poplars held the sun, and he The eyes of the nurse that they should not see --Not for a moment, the babe on her knee, Though she shuddered to feel that it grew to be Too chill, and lay too heavily.
She only dreamed; for all the while 'T was Lady Isobel that kept The little baby: and it slept Fast, warm, as if its mother's smile, Laden with love's dewy weight, And red as rose of Harpocrate Dropt upon its eyelids, pressed Lashes to cheek in a sealed rest.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning's second volume of poetical works opens with 'The Romaunt of Margret,' a poem that immediately establishes a pattern of refrain and repetition. The repeated invocation 'Margret, Margret' punctuates stanzas that describe a lady sitting by a river, her shadow detaching itself to speak. This device—a refrain that names the subject—recurs across the collection, creating a musical structure that binds the reader to the speaker's obsessive focus. The poems in this volume often hinge on such formal choices: the ballad stanza, the dramatic monologue, and the interplay of voice and silence.
Refrain and Repetition as Structural Anchors
Several poems in this volume rely on refrains that name a character or repeat a phrase, creating a chant-like rhythm. In 'The Romaunt of Margret,' the couplet 'Margret, Margret' ends each stanza, while 'The Romaunt of the Page' uses a similar pattern. 'The Lay of the Brown Rosary' is divided into four parts, each with its own refrain. This technique gives the poems a ritualistic quality, as if the speaker is trying to summon or fix a memory. The refrains also serve to slow the narrative, allowing the reader to dwell on the emotional weight of each stanza. Barrett Browning varies the refrain's placement: sometimes it closes a stanza, sometimes it opens it, and in 'A Romance of the Ganges' it appears as a repeated line within the stanza. This formal variety suggests a deliberate experimentation with how repetition can shape meaning.
The Natural World as Emotional Mirror
Barrett Browning frequently uses natural imagery to reflect or contrast with human emotion. In 'The Romaunt of Margret,' the river 'runneth on with a merry tone' while the lady sits in stillness, her shadow 'shaketh without wind.' The landscape is not merely decorative; it participates in the drama. In 'Lady Geraldine's Courtship,' the speaker describes 'the cedars stood up motionless, each in a moonlight's ringing,' and the swans 'trembled downward through their snowy wings at music in their sleep.' Nature here is animated, almost sentient, responding to the human events unfolding within it. This technique recurs in 'The Sea-Mew' and 'A Sea-side Walk,' where the sea and shore become extensions of the speaker's inner state. The poems often set a specific scene—a riverbank, a garden, a beach—and then use that setting to amplify the emotional tenor of the narrative.
Dialogue and the Dramatic Monologue
Several poems in this volume adopt the form of the dramatic monologue, a mode Barrett Browning would later perfect. 'The Runaway Slave at Pilgrim's Point' is a sustained first-person address, while 'Bertha in the Lane' presents a single speaker recounting a story. In 'Lady Geraldine's Courtship,' the speaker describes his beloved's words and his own responses, creating a layered dialogue that reveals character through reported speech. The poems often include direct quotations within the narrative, as when the lady in 'Lady Geraldine's Courtship' says, 'Behold, I am the warden / Of the song-birds in these lindens.' These embedded speeches give the poems a theatrical quality, as if the reader is overhearing a conversation. Barrett Browning also uses silence and withheld speech: in 'The Romaunt of Margret,' the lady 'thinketh of a voice, / Albeit uttering none,' and the shadow speaks while she remains mute. This tension between speech and silence is a recurring concern.
Meter and Rhyme as Expressive Tools
Barrett Browning employs a wide range of metrical patterns in this volume, from the ballad stanza of 'The Romaunt of Margret' to the longer, more irregular lines of 'Lady Geraldine's Courtship.' The latter poem uses a seven-beat line with internal rhyme, creating a flowing, almost prose-like rhythm. In 'The Cry of the Children,' the meter shifts to a more urgent, trochaic pattern that mirrors the children's distress. The poems also vary their rhyme schemes: some use alternating rhyme, others couplets, and still others more complex patterns like the envelope rhyme. This metrical variety is not arbitrary; it serves the emotional and narrative demands of each poem. For instance, the short, clipped lines of 'A Child Asleep' contrast with the expansive stanzas of 'The Fourfold Aspect.' Barrett Browning's careful attention to the sound of her verse is evident throughout, and readers may find it rewarding to read these poems aloud.
Readers approaching this volume should attend to the interplay between formal structure and emotional content. Barrett Browning's poems reward close attention to meter, refrain, and imagery, as these elements often carry the weight of meaning. The volume contains both well-known works like 'The Cry of the Children' and lesser-known narratives that showcase her range. A useful approach is to read each poem aloud, noting how the sound patterns reinforce the mood. The poems do not form a unified sequence but rather a collection of experiments in voice and form.
There are evenings when The Cry of the Children lingers long after the page is turned, its quiet ache settling into the room like dusk. I found myself reaching for calmer waters afterward, something less urgent yet equally deliberate in its rhythms. The The Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Excluding the Eight Dramas — Key Ideas to Explore felt like a gentle hand on the same wound, though one that speaks in softer tones, and I remembered how healing it can be to listen without drowning.
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