None shall gainsay me. I will lie on the floor.
Hitherto from horseback, throne, balcony,
I have looked down upon your looking up.
Those sands are run. Now I reverse the glass
5And bid henceforth your homage downward, falling
Obedient and unheeded as leaves in autumn
To quilt the wakeful study I must make
Examining my kingdom from below.
How tall my people are! Like a race of trees
10They sway, sigh, nod heads, rustle above me,
And their attentive eyes are distant as starshine.
I have still cherished the handsome and wellmade:
No queen has better masts within her forests
Growing, nor prouder and more restive minds
15Scabbarded in the loyalty of subjects;
No virgin has had better worship than 1.
No, no! Leave me alone, womafi! I will not
Be put into a bed. Do you suppose
That I who've ridden through all weathers, danced
20Under a treasury's weight of jewels, sat
Myself to stone through sermons and addresses,
Shall come to harm by sleeping on a floor?
Not that I sleep. A bed were good enough
If that were in my mind. But I am here
25For a deep study and contemplation,
And as Persephone,' and the red vixen2,
Go underground to sharpen their wits,
I have left my dais to learn a new policy
Through watching of your feet, and as the Indian
3oLays all his listening body along the earth
I lie in wait for the reverberation
Of things to come and dangers threatening.
Is that the Bishop praying? Let him pray on.
If his knees tire his faith can cushion them.
35How the poor man grieves Heaven with news of me!
Deposuit superbos.3 But no hand
Other than my own has put me down
Not feebleness enforced on brain or limb,
Not fear, misgiving, fantasy, age, palsy,
40Has felled me. I lie here by my own will,
And by the curiosity of a queen.
I dare say there is not in all England
One who lies closer to the ground than I.
Not the traitor in the condemned hold
45Whose few straws edge away from under his weight
Of ironed fatality; not the shepherd
Huddled for cold under the hawthorn bush,
Nor the long, dreaming country lad who lies
Scorching his book before the dying brand4 .
1. Persephone, (por
sef';) n6) in Greek myths the daughter of Zeus and Demeter, made queen of the
lower world by Hades, but allowed to spend part of each year on earth. 2. vixen, a female fox. 3. Deposuit superbos, he has
put down the proud. (Latin] The Bishop is reading from "The
Magnificat," the Latin text of the song of the Virgin Mary recorded in Luke
1:4655. 4. brand, a piece
of burning wood.
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