ROSE.
There being no disposition on my part to renew our differences, and none
on his to lead up to an open rupture, my cousin Jasper Stapleton and I
got on together very well, until we had reached the age of nineteen
years, when a new and far more important matter of contention arose
between us.
Now, our first quarrel had arisen over the ultimate disposition of my
uncle's estates; our second was as to which should be lord over the
heart and hand of a fair maiden. To both of us the second quarrel was
far more serious than the first--which is a thing that will readily be
understood by all young folks. It seemed to both of us that not all the
broad acres of Beechcot, nay, of Yorkshire itself, were to be reckoned
in comparison with the little hand of Mistress Rose Herrick.
For by that time Mistress Rose had grown to be a fair and gracious
maiden, whose golden hair, floating from under her dainty cap, was a
dangerous snare for any hot-hearted lad's thoughts to fall entangled in.
So sweet and gracious was she, so delightful her conversation, so
bewitching her eyes, that I marvel not even at this stretch of time that
I then became her captive and slave for life. Nor do I marvel, either,
that Jasper Stapleton was equally enslaved by her charms. It had indeed
been wonderful if he or I had made any resistance to them.
As to myself, the little blind god pierced my heart with his arrow at a
very early stage. Indeed, I do not remember any period of my life when I
did not love Rose Herrick more dearly than anything else in God's fair
world. To me she was all that is sweet and desirable, a companion whose
company must needs make the path of life a primrose path; and,
therefore, even when I was a lad, I looked forward to the time when I
might take her hand in mine, and enter with her upon the highway which
all of us must travel.
However, when I was come to nineteen years of age, being then a tall and
strapping lad, and somewhat grave withal, it came to my mind that I
should find out for myself what feelings Rose had with regard to me, and
therefore I began to seek her company, and to engage her in more
constant conversation than we had hitherto enjoyed. And the effect of
this was that my love for her, which had until then been of a placid
nature, now became restless and unsatisfied, and longed to know whether
it was to be answered with love or finally dismissed.
Thus I became somewhat moody and taciturn, and took to wandering about
the land by myself, by day or night, so that Sir Thurstan more than
once asked me if I had turned poet or fallen in love. Now, both these
things were true, for because I had fallen in love I had also turned
poet; as, I suppose, every lover must. In sooth, I had scribbled lines
and couplets, and here and there a song, to my sweet mistress, though I
had never as yet mustered sufficient courage to show her what I had
written. That, I think, is the way with all lovers who make rhymes.
There is a satisfaction to them in the mere writing of them; and I doubt
not that they often read over their verses, and in the reading find a
certain keen and peculiar sort of pleasure which is not altogether
unmixed with pain.
Now it chanced that one day in the early spring of 1578 I had been
wandering about the park of Beechcot, thinking of my passion and its
object, and my thoughts as usual had clothed themselves in verses.
Wherefore, when I again reached the house, I went into the library and
wrote down my rhymes on paper, in order that I might put them away with
my other compositions. I will write them down here from the copy I then
made. It lies before me now, a yellow, time-stained sheet, and somehow
it brings back to me the long-dead days of happiness which came before
my wonderful adventure.
TO ROSE.
When I first beheld thee, dear,
Day across the land was breaking,
April skies were fine and clear
And the world to life was waking;
All was fair
In earth and air:
Spring lay lurking in the sedges:
Suddenly
I looked on thee
And straight forgot the budding hedges.
When I first beheld thee, sweet,
Madcap Love came gayly flying
Where the woods and meadows meet:
Then I straightway fell a-sighing.
Fair, I said,
Are hills and glade
And sweet the light with which they're laden,
But ah, to me,
Nor flower nor tree
Are half so sweet as yonder maiden.
Thus when I beheld thee, love,
Vanished quick my first devotion,
Earth below and heaven above
And the mystic, magic ocean
Seemed to me
No more to be.
I had eyes for naught but thee, dear,
With his dart
Love pierced my heart
And thou wert all in all to me, dear!
Now, as I came to an end of writing these verses I was suddenly aware of
someone standing at my side, and when I looked up, with anger and
resentment that anyone should spy upon my actions, I saw my cousin
Jasper at my elbow, staring at the two words, "To Rose," which headed
my composition. I sprang to my feet and faced him.
"That is like you, cousin," said I, striving to master my anger, "to act
the spy upon a man."
"As you please," he answered. "I care what no man thinks of my actions.
But there," pointing to the paper, "is proof of what I have long
suspected. Humphrey, you are in love with Mistress Rose Herrick!"
"What if I am?" said I.
"Nothing, but that I also am in love with her, and mean to win her," he
replied.
After that there was silence.
"We cannot both have her," said I at last.
"True," said he. "She shall be mine."
"Not if I can prevent it, cousin. At any rate she has the principal say
in this matter."
"Thou hast not spoken to her, Humphrey?"
"What is that to thee, cousin? But I have not."
"Humphrey, thou wilt heir our uncle's lands. Thou hast robbed me of my
share in them. I will not be robbed of my love. Pish! do not stay me.
Thou art hot-tempered and boyish, but I am cold as an icicle. It is men
like me whose love is deep and determined, and therefore I swear thou
shalt not come between me and Rose Herrick."
I watched him closely, and saw that he valued nothing of land or money
as he valued his passion, and that he would stay at nothing in order to
gain his own ends. But I was equally firm.
"What do you propose, Jasper?" I asked. "It is for Mistress Rose Herrick
to decide. We cannot both address her at the same time."
"True," he said; "true. I agree that you have the same right to speak to
her that I have. Let us draw lots. The successful one shall have the
first chance. Do you agree?"
I agreed willingly, because I felt certain that even if Jasper beat me
he would have no chance with Rose. There was something in my heart that
told me she would look on me, and on me only, with favor.
We went out into the stackyard, and agreed that each of us should draw a
straw from a wheat-stack. He that drew the longest straw should have the
first right of speaking. Then we put our hands to the stack and drew our
straws. I beat him there--my straw was a good foot longer than his.
"You have beaten me again," he said. "Is it always to be so? But I will
wait, cousin Humphrey."
And so he turned away and left me.
Now, seeing how matters stood, it came to my mind that I had best put my
fortune to the test as quickly as possible, and therefore I made haste
over to the vicarage in order to find Rose and ask her to make me
either happy or miserable. And as good luck would have it, I found her
alone in the vicarage garden, looking so sweet and gracious that I was
suddenly struck dumb, and in my confusion could think of naught but that
my face was red, my attire negligent, and my whole appearance not at all
like that of a lover.
"Humphrey," said Rose, laughing at me, "you look as you used to look in
the days when you came late to your lessons, from robbing an orchard or
chasing Farmer Good's cattle, or following the hounds. Are you a boy
again?"
But there she stopped, for I think she saw something in my eyes that
astonished her. And after that I know not what we said or did, save that
presently we understood one another, and for the space of an hour
entirely forgot that there were other people in the world, or, indeed,
that there was any world at all.
So that evening I went home happy. And as I marched up to the manor,
whistling and singing, I met my cousin. He looked at me for a moment,
and then turned on his heel.
"I see how it is," he said. "You have no need to speak."
"Congratulate me, at any rate, cousin," I cried.
"Time enough for that," said he.
And from that moment he hated me, and waited his opportunity to do me a
mischief.