Below me in the valley, deep and green As goblets are, from which in thirsty draughts And the white hamlet gathered round its base, And looking up at his beloved face! O friend! O best of friends! Thy absence more IL A Farm in the Odenwald. A garden; morning; PRINCE HENRY seated, with a book. ELSIE, at a distance, gathering flowers. Prince Henry (reading). One morning, all alone, Out of his convent of gray stone, Into the forest older, darker, grayer, His lips moving as if in prayer, Walked the Monk Felix. All about The broad, sweet sunshine lay without, Filling the summer air; And within the woodlands as he trod, The twilight was like the Truce of God With wordly woe and care; Under him lay the golden moss; And above him the boughs of hemlock-trees Wared and made the sign of the cross, And whispered their Benedicites; And from the ground Rose an odour sweet and fragrant Of the wild flowers and the vagrant Tines that wandered, Seeking the sunshine, round and round. On the volume in his hand, A volume of Saint Augustine, "I believe O God, Elsie. Here are flowers for you, Prince Henry. As thou standest there, Prince Henry. Themselves will fade, And memory has the power To re-create them from the dust. Of martyred Dorothea, Who from celestial gardens sent To him who scoffed and doubted. Elsie. Do you know the story Of Christ and the Sultan's daughter? Prince Henry. Then tell it to me. But first come hither, Lay the flowers down beside me, Elsie. Early in the morning The Sultan's daughter Walked in her father's garden, Gathering the bright flowers, Prince Henry. Just as thou hast been doing This morning, dearest Elsie. Elsie. And as she gathered them, She wondered more and more Who was the Master of the Flowers, And made them grow Out of the cold, dark earth. "In my heart," she said, "I love him; and for him To labour in his garden.' Prince Henry. Dear, innocent child! How sweetly thou recallest It reappears once more, As a birth-mark on the forehead When a hand suddenly Is laid upon it and removed. Elsie. And at midnight, As she lay upon her bed, She heard a voice Call to her from the garden, And, looking forth from her window, Out of my Father's kingdom I am the Master of the Flowers. Shall be of bright red flowers." And then he took from his finger A golden ring, And asked the Sultan's daughter If she would be his bride. And when she answered him with love, His wounds began to bleed; And she said to him, "O Love! how red thy heart is, Thou art my elected bride!" And the Sultan's daughter Followed him to his Father's garden. Prince Henry. Wouldst thou have done so, Elsie? Elsie. Yes, very gladly. Prince Henry. Then the Celestial Bridegroom Will come for thee also. Upon thy forehead he will place, Not his crown of thorns, But a crown of roses. In thy bridal chamber, Like Saint Cecilia, Thou shalt hear sweet music, And breathe the fragrance Of flowers immortal! Go now and place these flowers |