Iseult of Ireland
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Tristram_ Raise the light, my page! that I may see her.--Thou art come at last, then, haughty Queen!Long I've waited, long I've fought my fever;Late thou comest, cruel thou hast been. _Iseult_ Blame me not, poor sufferer! that I tarried;Bound I was, I could not break the band.Chide not with the past, but feel the present!I am here--we meet--I hold thy hand. _Tristram_ Thou art come, indeed--thou hast rejoin'd me;Thou hast dared it--but too late to save.Fear not now that men should tax thine honour!I am dying: build--(thou may'st)--my grave! _Iseult_ Tristram, ah, for love of Heaven, speak kindly!What, I hear these bitter words from thee?Sick with grief I am, and faint with travel--Take my hand--dear Tristram, look on me! _Tristram_ I forgot, thou comest from thy voyage--Yes, the spray is on thy cloak and hair.But thy dark eyes are not dimm'd, proud Iseult!And thy beauty never was more fair. _Iseult_ Ah, harsh flatterer! let alone my beauty!I, like thee, have left my youth afar.Take my hand, and touch these wasted fingers--See my cheek and lips, how white they are! _Tristram_ Thou art paler--but thy sweet charm, Iseult!Would not fade with the dull years away.Ah, how fair thou standest in the moonlight!I forgive thee, Iseult!--thou wilt stay? _Iseult_ Fear me not, I will be always with thee;I will watch thee, tend thee, soothe thy pain;Sing thee tales of true, long-parted lovers,Join'd at evening of their days again. _Tristram_ No, thou shalt not speak! I should be findingSomething alter'd in thy courtly tone.Sit--sit by me! I will think, we've lived soIn the green wood, all our lives, alone. _Iseult_ Alter'd, Tristram? Not in courts, believe me,Love like mine is alter'd in the breast;Courtly life is light and cannot reach it--Ah! it lives, because so deep-suppress'd! What, thou think'st men speak in courtly chambersWords by which the wretched are consoled?What, thou think'st this aching brow was cooler,Circled, Tristram, by a band of gold? Royal state with Marc, my deep-wrong'd husband--That was bliss to make my sorrows flee!Silken courtiers whispering honied nothings--Those were friends to make me false to thee! Ah, on which, if both our lots were balanced,Was indeed the heaviest burden thrown--Thee, a pining exile in thy forest,Me, a smiling queen upon my throne? Vain and strange debate, where both have suffer'dBoth have pass'd a youth consumed and sad,Both have brought their anxious day to evening,And have now short space for being glad! Join'd we are henceforth; nor will thy people,Nor thy younger Iseult take it ill,That a former rival shares her office,When she sees her humbled, pale, and still. I, a faded watcher by thy pillow,I, a statue on thy chapel-floor,Pour'd in prayer before the Virgin-Mother,Rouse no anger, make no rivals more. She will cry: "Is this the foe I dreaded?This his idol? this that royal bride?Ah, an hour of health would purge his eyesight!Stay, pale queen! for ever by my side." Hush, no words! that smile, I see, forgives me.I am now thy nurse, I bid thee sleep.Close thine eyes--this flooding moonlight blinds them!--Nay, all's well again! thou must not weep. _Tristram_ I am happy! yet I feel, there's somethingSwells my heart, and takes my breath away.Through a mist I see thee; near--come nearer!Bend--bend down!--I yet have much to say. _Iseult_ Heaven! his head sinks back upon the pillow--Tristram! Tristram! let thy heart not fail!Call on God and on the holy angels!What, love, courage!--Christ! he is so pale. _Tristram_ Hush, 'tis vain, I feel my end approaching!This is what my mother said should be,When the fierce pains took her in the forest,The deep draughts of death, in bearing me. "Son," she said, "thy name shall be of sorrow;Tristram art thou call'd for my death's sake."So she said, and died in the drear forest.Grief since then his home with me doth make. I am dying.--Start not, nor look wildly!Me, thy living friend, thou canst not save.But, since living we were ununited,Go not far, O Iseult! from my grave. Close mine eyes, then seek the princess Iseult;Speak her fair, she is of royal blood!Say, I will'd so, that thou stay beside me--She will grant it; she is kind and good.
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