“love greatens and glorifies Till God’s a-glow, to the loving eyes, In what was mere earth before.” James Lee’s Wife (Along the Beach). -- My Star. All that I know Of a certain star Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red, {5} Now a dart of blue; Till my friends have said They would fain see, too, My star that dartles the red and the blue! Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled: {10} They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it. What matter to me if their star is a world? Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it. -- 10. Then it stops like a bird: it beats no longer with emotion responsive to loving eyes, but stops, as a bird stops its song when disturbed. -- The Flight of the Duchess. 1. You’re my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his yoke, too: So, here’s the tale from beginning to end, My friend! {5} -- 2. I was the man: see vv. 440 and 847. He’s proud of the honor done him. 2. Ours is a great wild country: If you climb to our castle’s top, I don’t see where your eye can stop; For when you’ve passed the corn-field country, Where vineyards leave off, flocks are packed, {10} And sheep-range leads to cattle-tract, And cattle-tract to open-chase, And open-chase to the very base O’ the mountain where, at a funeral pace, Round about, solemn and slow, One by one, row after row, Up and up the pine-trees go, So, like black priests up, and so Down the other side again To another greater, wilder country, {20} That’s one vast red drear burnt-up plain, Branched through and through with many a vein Whence iron’s dug, and copper’s dealt; Look right, look left, look straight before,-- Beneath they mine, above they smelt, Copper-ore and iron-ore, And forge and furnace mould and melt, And so on, more and ever more, Till at the last, for a bounding belt, Comes the salt sand hoar of the great seashore, {30} --And the whole is our Duke’s country. 3.