| ||Andrew Marvell |
THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE
DEATH OF HER FAWN.
THE wanton troopers riding by
Have shot my fawn, and it will die.
Ungentle men ! they cannot thrive
Who killed thee. Thou ne'er didst alive
Them any harm, alas ! nor could
Thy death yet do them any good.
I'm sure I never wished them ill ;
Nor do I for all this, nor will :
But, if my simple prayers may yet
Prevail with Heaven to forget 10
Thy murder, I will join my tears,
Rather than fail. But, O my fears !
It cannot die so. Heaven's king
Keeps register of everything,
And nothing may we use in vain ;
Even beasts must be with justice slain,
Else men are made their deodands.
Though they should wash their guilty hands
In this warm life-blood which doth part
From thine, and wound me to the heart, 20
Yet could they not be clean ; their stain
Is dyed in such a purple grain.
There is not such another in
The world, to offer for their sin.
Unconstant SYLVIO, when yet
I had not found him counterfeit,
One morning (I remember well),
Tied in this silver chain and bell,
Gave it to me : nay, and I know
What he said then, I'm sure I do : 30
Said he, “ Look how your huntsman here
Hath taught a fawn to hunt his deer.”
But SYLVIO soon had me beguiled ;
This waxèd tame, while he grew wild,
And quite regardless of my smart,
Left me his fawn, but took his heart.
Thenceforth I set myself to play
My solitary time away,
With this ; and very well content,
Could so mine idle life have spent ; 40
For it was full of sport, and light
Of foot and heart, and did invite
Me to its game : it seemed to bless
Itself in me ; how could I less
Than love it ? O, I cannot be
Unkind to a beast that loveth me.
Had it lived long, I do not know
Whether it too might have done so
As SYLVIO did ; his gifts might be
Perhaps as false, or more, than he ; 50
But I am sure, for aught that I
Could in so short a time espy,
Thy love was far more better then
The love of false and cruel men.
With sweetest milk and sugar first
I it at mine own fingers nursed ;
And as it grew, so every day
It waxed more white and sweet than they.
It had so sweet a breath ! And oft
I blushed to see its foot more soft 60
And white, shall I say than my hand ?
Nay, any lady's of the land.
It is a wondrous thing how fleet
'Twas on those little silver feet ;
With what a pretty skipping grace
It oft would challenge me the race ;
And, when 't had left me far away,
'Twould stay, and run again, and stay ;
For it was nimbler much than hinds,
And trod as if on the four winds. 70
I have a garden of my own,
But so with roses overgrown,
And lilies, that you would it guess
To be a little wilderness ;
And all the spring-time of the year
It only lovèd to be there.
Among the beds of lilies I
Have sought it oft, where it should lie,
Yet could not, till itself would rise,
Find it, although before mine eyes ; 80
For, in the flaxen lilies' shade,
It like a bank of lilies laid.
Upon the roses it would feed,
Until its lips e'en seem to bleed
And then to me 'twould boldly trip,
And print those roses on my lip.
But all its chief delight was still
On roses thus itself to fill,
And its pure virgin limbs to fold
In whitest sheets of lilies cold : 90
Had it lived long, it would have been
Lilies without, roses within.
O help ! O help ! I see it faint
And die as calmly as a saint !
See how it weeps ! the tears do come
Sad, slowly, dropping like a gum.
So weeps the wounded balsam ; so
The holy frankincense doth flow ;
The brotherless Heliades
Melt in such amber tears as these. 100
I in a golden vial will
Keep these two crystal tears, and fill
It till it do o'erflow with mine,
Then place it in DIANA'Sshrine.
Now my sweet fawn is vanished to
Whither the swans and turtles go ;
In fair Elysium to endure,
With milk-like lambs, and ermines pure.
O do not run too fast : for I
Will but bespeak thy grave, and die. 110
First, my unhappy statue shall
Be cut in marble ; and withal
Let it be weeping too ; but there
The engraver sure his art may spare ;
For I so truly thee bemoan,
That I shall weep, though I be stone,
Until my tears, still dropping, wear
My breast, themselves engraving there ;
There at my feet shalt thou be laid,
Of purest alabaster made ; 120
For I would have thine image be
White as I can, though not as thee.
17.Deodands, forfeits to God.
53.Then, than. The old spelling is here preserved for
the sake of the rhyme.
Marvell, Andrew.The Poems of Andrew Marvell.
G. A. Aitken, Ed. London: Lawrence & Bullen, 1892.49-53.
|to Andrew Marvell|
Site copyright ©1996-2001 Anniina Jokinen. All RightsReserved.
Created by AnniinaJokinen on September 8, 2001.
Andrew, Marvell, Renaissance, Restoration, Cromwell, metaphysical, seventeenth century, poetry, poesy, poems, poem, metaphysics, wisdom, Renaissance, English, Elizabethan, Jacobean, reformation, holy, book, books, teacher, university, Divinity, writer, author, satire, poet, poems, poetical, anthology, survey, college, study, book, books, cavalier, Renaissance, English, England, Literature, Prose, Sermons, Metaphysical, Holy, Sonnets, Meditations, seventeenth, 17th, century, Cavalier, metaphysical, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, drama, literature, plays, Elizabethan, Jacobean, Donne, History, SCA, Education, Study, Language, Writing, bell tolls, Renaissance, University, Christian, Oxford, John Donne, John, Donne, Renaissance, poet, poem, poems, poetry, sermons, Anne, writer, author, English, England, sonnet, sonnets, sonneteer, meditations, life, biography, Catholicism, Devotions, bell tolls, catholic, King James, love, poems, romantic, cavalier, lover, metaphysical, metaphysics, spirituality, university, literature, education, English, Renaissance, SCA, Metaphysical, poet, For Whom the bell Tolls, poetry, poesy, poems, poem, metaphysics, wisdom, Renaissance, English, divine, church, England, Church of England, Elizabethan, Jacobean, reformation, holy, book, books, Devotions, meditations, teacher, university, Divinity, Donne, pulpit, ministry, theology, theologian, pulpit, sermons, preaching, catholic, catholicism, protestant, puritans, sermons, sermons, protestant, readings, writer, author, lectional, lecture, sermon, Bible, biblical, English, Jesus, God, chaplain, latin, verse, teacher, philosophy, philosopher, alchemy, alchemist, mystic, spiritual, satire, religious, religion, sermon, sermons, lectionary, lecture, reading, writing, writers, metaphysics, Herbert, holy, saint, mystic, mysticism, christianity, christ, conceit,