Bad Dreams IV
By Robert Browning
It happened thus: my slab, though new,
Was getting weather-stained, beside,
Herbage, balm, peppermint, oergrew
Letter and letter: till you tried
Somewhat, the Name was scarce descried.
That strong stern man my lover came:
Was he my lover? Call him, pray,
My lifes cold critic bent on blame
Of all poor I could do or say
To make me worth his love one day,
One far day when, by diligent
And dutiful amending faults,
Foibles, all weaknesses which went
To challenge and excuse assaults
Of culture wronged by taste that halts,
Discrepancies should mar no plan
Symmetric of the qualities
Claiming respect from, say, a man
Thats strong and stem. Once more he pries
Into me with those critic eyes!
No question! so, Conclude, condemn
Each failure my poor self avows!
Leave to its fate all you contemn!
Theres Solomons selected spouse:
Earth needs must hold such maids, choose them!
Why, he was weeping! Surely gone
Sternness and strength: with eyes to ground
And voice a broken monotone,
Only be as you were! Abound
In foibles, faults, laugh, robed and crowned
As Follys veriest queen, care I
One feather-fluff? Look pity, Love,
On prostrate me, your foot shall try
This foreheads use, mount thence above,
And reach what Heaven you dignify!
Now, what could bring such change about?
The thought perplexed: till, following
His gaze upon the ground, why, out
Came all the secret! So, a thing
Thus simple has deposed my king!
For, spite of weeds that strove to spoil
Plain reading on the lettered slab,
My name was clear enough, no soil
Effaced the date when one chance stab
Of scorn . . . if only ghosts might blab!