The Ring and the Book

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Robert Donat - Pop

The Ring and the Book

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First of the first Such I pronounce Pompilia, then as now Perfect in whiteness--stoop thou down, my child Give one good moment to the poor old Pope Heart-sick at having all his world to blame-- Let me look at thee in the flesh as erst Let me enjoy the old clean linen garb Not the new splendid vesture! Armed and crowned Would Michael, yonder, be, nor crowned nor armed The less pre-eminent angеl? Everywhere I see in thе world the intellect of man That sword, the energy his subtle spear The knowledge which defends him like a shield-- Everywhere; but they make not up, I think The marvel of a soul like thine, earth's flower She holds up to the softened gaze of God! It was not given Pompilia to know much Speak much, to write a book, to move mankind Be memorised by who records my time Yet if in purity and patience, if In faith held fast despite the plucking fiend Safe like the signet-stone with the new name That saints are known by,--if in right returned For wrong, most pardon for worst injury If there be any virtue, any praise,-- Then will this woman-child have proved--who knows?-- Just the one prize vouchsafed unworthy me Ten years a gardener of the untoward ground I till,--this earth, my sweat and blood manure All the long day that barrenly grows dusk: At least one blossom makes me proud at eve Born 'mid the briers of my enclosure!

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  • Robert Browning