Sir Launfal flashed forth in his unscarred mail,1 IV. It was morning on hill and stream and tree, Rebuffed the gifts of the sunshine free, V. As Sir Launfal made morn through the darksome gate, He was 'ware of a leper, crouched by the same,5 Who begged with his hand and moaned as he sate; And a loathing over Sir Launfal came: The sunshine went out of his soul with a thrill, The flesh 'neath his armor 'gan shrink and crawl, And midway its leap his heart stood still Like a frozen waterfall;7 For this man, so foul and bent of stature,8 And seemed the one blot on the summer morn VI. The leper raised not the gold from the dust: "Better to me the poor man's crust, Better the blessing of the poor, Though I turn me1 empty from his door; Who gives from a sense of duty; That thread of the all-sustaining beauty Which runs through all, and doth all unite, — For a god goes with it, and makes it store 3 PRELUDE TO PART SECOND. Down swept the chill wind from the mountain-peak, From the snow five thousand summers old; On open wold and hill-top bleak It had gathered all the cold,5 And whirled it like sleet on the wanderer's cheek; 1 I turn me = I turn. 2 his alms: that is, the alms of him "who gives to that which is out of sight." 8 store, bountiful blessing. Ex 4 wold, a plain, or open country. 5 gathered all the cold. plain. It carried a shiver everywhere From the unleafed1 boughs and pastures bare. Down through a frost-leaved forest-crypt, 4 crypt, a subterranean cell un-tations used for enriching flat sur No mortal builder's most rare device Within the hall are song and laughter, The cheeks of Christmas2 grow red and jolly, And belly and tug as a flag in the wind; 1 winter-palace of ice. Perhaps 4 Yule-log, a great log burned in in allusion to the wonderful ice- the fire-place at Christmas time, palace built by Catherine II., Em-in honor of Juul, the Scandinavian press of Russia. 2 The cheeks of Christmas, etc. Explain the personification. 3 corbel, a shoulder-piece of timber, iron, etc., jutting out from a wall. Thor. 5 shrills. What is the subject of this verb? Explain the simile. 6 hunted to death. Adjunct to what noun? 7 darks. Explain. But the wind without was eager and sharp, Singing, in dreary monotone, A Christmas carol of its own, Whose burden still, as he might guess, Was, "Shelterless, shelterless, shelterless!" The voice of the seneschal1 flared like a torch PART SECOND. I. There was never a leaf on bush or tree; A single crow on the tree-top bleak From his shining feathers shed off the cold sun; Again it was morning, but shrunk and cold, As if her veins were sapless and old, For a last dim look at earth and sea. 1 seneschal, in feudal times, a steward or officer who had the superintendence of feasts. 2 its shroud had spun. Explain the metaphor. 8 her. Whose? |