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Robert Browning - A TaleRobert Browning - A Tale
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(_Epilogue to "The Two Poets of Croisic."_) What a pretty tale you told me   Once upon a time --Said you found it somewhere (scold me!)   Was it prose or was it rhyme, Greek or Latin? Greek, you said, While your shoulder propped my head. Anyhow there`s no forgetting   This much if no more, That a poet (pray, no petting!)   Yes, a bard, sir, famed of yore,                                          Went where suchlike used to go, Singing for a prize, you know. Well, he had to sing, nor merely   Sing but play the lyre; Playing was important clearly   Quite as singing: I desire, Sir, you keep the fact in mind For a purpose that`s behind. There stood he, while deep attention   Held the judges round,                                                    --Judges able, I should mention,   To detect the slightest sound Sung or played amiss: such ears Had old judges, it appears! None the less he sang out boldly,   Played in time and tune, Till the judges, weighing coldly   Each note`s worth, seemed, late or soon, Sure to smile "In vain one tries Picking faults out: take the prize!"                                        When, a mischief! Were they seven   Strings the lyre possessed? Oh, and afterwards eleven,   Thank you! Well, sir,--who had guessed Such ill luck in store?--it happed One of those same seven strings snapped. All was lost, then! No! a cricket   (What "cicada"? Pooh!) --Some mad thing that left its thicket   For mere love of music--flew                                              With its little heart on fire, Lighted on the crippled lyre. So that when (Ah joy!) our singer   For his truant string Feels with disconcerted finger,   What does cricket else but fling Fiery heart forth, sound the note Wanted by the throbbing throat? Ay and, ever to the ending,   Cricket chirps at need,                                                    Executes the hand`s intending,   Promptly, perfectly,--indeed Saves the singer from defeat With her chirrup low and sweet. Till, at ending, all the judges   Cry with one assent "Take the prize--a prize who grudges   Such a voice and instrument? Why, we took your lyre for harp, So it shrilled us forth F sharp!"                                            Did the conqueror spurn the creature   Once its service done? That`s no such uncommon feature   In the case when Music`s son Finds his Lotte`s  power too spent                                          For aiding soul development. No! This other, on returning   Homeward, prize in hand, Satisfied his bosom`s yearning:   (Sir, I hope you understand!)                                            --Said "Some record there must be Of this cricket`s help to me!" So, he made himself a statue:   Marble stood, life size; On the lyre, he pointed at you,   Perched his partner in the prize; Never more apart you found Her, he throned, from him, she crowned. That`s the tale: its application?   Somebody I know                                                          Hopes one day for reputation   Thro` his poetry that`s--Oh, All so learned and so wise And deserving of a prize! If he gains one, will some ticket   When his statue`s built, Tell the gazer "`Twas a cricket   Helped my crippled lyre, whose lilt Sweet and low, when strength usurped Softness` place i` the scale, she chirped?                                  "For as victory was nighest,   While I sang and played,-- With my lyre at lowest, highest,   Right alike,--one string that made `Love` sound soft was snapt in twain Never to be heard again,-- "Had not a kind cricket fluttered,   Perched upon the place Vacant left, and duly uttered   `Love, Love, Love,` whene`er the bass                                    Asked the treble to atone For its somewhat sombre drone." But you don`t know music! Wherefore   Keep on casting pearls To a--poet? All I care for   Is--to tell him that a girl`s "Love" comes aptly in when gruff Grows his singing, (There, enough!)
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