Leave to go and see my wife, whom I call the Romance Belle Aurore!" That he asked and that he got,—nothing more. Name and deed alike are lost: Not a pillar nor a post In his Croisic keeps alive the feat as it befell; Not a head in white and black On a single fishing smack, In memory of the man but for whom had wrack gone to All that France saved from the fight whence England bore the bell. Go to Paris: rank on rank Search the heroes flung pell-mell On the Louvre, face and flank! You shall look long enough ere you come to Hervé So, for better and for worse, Hervé Riel, accept my verse! In my verse, Hervé Riel, do thou once more Save the squadron, honour France, love thy wife, the Belle Aurore! ROBERT BRowning. and Reality Romance and Reality Vision of Belshazzar. The King was on his throne, The godless Heathen's wine. In that same hour and hall, And wrote as if on sand: A solitary hand And traced them like a wand. The monarch saw, and shook, And tremulous his voice. The wisest of the earth, Which mar our royal mirth." Chaldea's seers are good, But here they have no skill; Are wise and deep in lore; But now they were not sage, A captive in the land, A stranger and a youth, "Belshazzar's grave is made, The Persian on his throne!" GEORGE GORDON, LORD BYRON. Romance and Reality Romance and Solomon and the Bees Reality When Solomon was reigning in his glory, Unto his throne the Queen of Sheba came(So in the Talmud you may read the story)— Drawn by the magic of the monarch's fame, Nor this alone: much had her highness heard speech; What gems of wisdom dropped with every word; Besides, the Queen had heard (which piqued her How through the deepest riddles he could spy; How all the curious arts that women boast Were quite transparent to his piercing eye; And straight she held before the monarch's view, bowers; The other, no less fair in every part, "Which is the true, and which the false?" she said. Great Solomon was silent. All amazed, Each wondering courtier shook his puzzled head; For very rapture, ne'er would speak again. "Which is the true?" once more the woman asked, Pleased at the fond amazement of the King; "So wise a head should not be hardly tasked, Most learned Liege, with such a trivial thing!" But still the sage was silent; it was plain While thus he pondered, presently he sees, Hunting for honey in a withered rose. The monarch smiled, and raised his royal head; 66 The window opened at the King's command; Romance and Reality |