WERNER'S Readings and Recitations. ΤΗ THE STATUE AND THE BUST. ROBERT BROWNING. HERE'S a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story of both do our townsmen tell: Ages ago, a lady there, At the farthest window facing the east, Asked: Who rides by with the royal air?" The bridesmaids' prattle around her ceased, They felt by its beats her heart expand, As one at each ear and both in a breath Whispered: "The Great Duke, Ferdinand." That self-same instant, underneath, The Duke rode past in his idle way, Empty and fine like a swordless sheath. Gay he rode, with a friend as gay, Till he threw his head back- Who is she?" "A bride the Riccardi brings home to-day." Hair in heaps lay heavily Over a pale brow, spirit-pure, Carved like the heart of the coal-black tree, Crisped like a war-steed's encolure And vainly sought to dissemble her eyes Of the blackest black our eyes endure. And lo! a blade for a knight's emprise Filled the fine empty sheath of a man,The Duke grew straightway brave and wise. He looked at her as a lover can; She looked at him as one who awakes; Now, love so ordered, for both their sakes, The Duke (with the statue's face in the square) At the bright approach of the bridal pair. Face to face the lovers stood A single minute, and no more, While the bridegroom bent as a man subdued Bowed till his bonnet brushed the floor For the Duke on the lady a kiss conferred, In a minute can lovers exchange a word? That was the bridegroom. At day's brink Calmly he said that her lot was cast; That the door she had passed was shut on her Till the final catafalque repassed; The world, meanwhile, its noise and stir, Through a certain window facing the east She could watch like a convent's chronicler; Since passing the door might lead to a feast, "Freely I choose, too," said the bride. "Your window and its world suffice," Replied the tongue, while the heart replied: ""Tis only a coat of a page to borrow, And tie my hair in a horse-boy's trim, And I save my soul-but not to-morrow" (She checked herself and her eye grew dim) "My father tarries to bless my state; I must keep it one day more for him. "Is one day more so long to wait? Moreover, the Duke rides past, I know. She turned on her side and slept. Just so! That night the Duke said: "Dear or cheap, And on the morrow, bold with love, He beckoned the bridegroom (close on call, As his duty bade, by the Duke's alcove), |