12Queen is sick
1half-past two
2that pause of
3Gesseran
4Transl.: ‘We forget sweetly.’
1longer
2and
3Calma
1corner
1These two lines originally followed lines 3 and 4.
2slow-brightening
3 . . . earthen taste,
And now on the rock slabs her feet
Touch dry, warm moss and found it sweet.
There wading . . .
4 . . . was darkened.
Peak after peak, that had stood single
Stole from her tired eyes to mingle
And melt its fluid shape among
The notch-edged darkness whence it sprung;
And all one gloom the moorland grew
Save where some pool had caught the hue
Of the sky’s deepening arch that spread
Pale and enormous overhead.
And still . . .
5took
6[had risen] grew bright
7 . . . moulding
And milkwhite cloak of silkworm
And sword . . .
8It came,
9To all things, water, rocks, and air
And sap-green lives and the warm blooded brood,
With its aloofness should, in the first stare
10unlikeness
11 . . . among the dead,
A long way off. The small ancestral dread
Mixed with the world’s and with her soul’s falling,
Dread within dread. She heard it calling
‘Quick. . . .
12His
13baits
14In fairy woods or dies and wakes in Hell,
15I cannot