III.

Dear Pilgrim, art thou for the East indeed?

Go!—saying ever as thou dost proceed,

That I, French Rudel, choose for my device

A sunflower outspread like a sacrifice

Before its idol. See! These inexpert

And hurried fingers could not fail to hurt

The woven picture; ’tis a woman’s skill

Indeed; but nothing baffled me, so, ill

Or well, the work is finished. Say, men feed

On songs I sing, and therefore bask the bees

On my flower’s breast as on a platform broad:

But, as the flower’s concern is not for these

But solely for the sun, so men applaud

In vain this Rudel, he not looking here

But to the East—the East! Go, say this, Pilgrim dear!

This poem was first published in “Bells and Pomegranates” under the head

of “Queen Worship.” How exquisite the plea of the unnoticed Flower, with

no pretence to vie with the Mountain in its claim upon the Sun’s

attention, except this, that the great unchanging Mountain is “vainly

favoured,” while the Flower yields itself up in ceaseless and

self-forgetting devotion to an imitation, however feeble and foolish, of

the great Sun Life.

The second stanza is very rich. There is no mention in it of Sun or

Mountain or Flower; but as the Flower looks up to the Sun from its nook

at the Mountain’s base, so Rudel yearns for “one gold look” from his

Sun, the “Angel of the East.”

The meaning of the third stanza will be apparent when it is remembered

that “French Rudel” was a troubadour of the 12th century—the days of the

Crusades, and of the romance of chivalry. In those days the best way to

communicate with the East would be through some pilgrim passing thither:

and nothing would be more natural than such a reference to the “device”

which he had patiently, and in spite of difficulty, worked so as to wear

it as her “favour:” and once more, it is eminently natural to represent

the troubadour, not as sending a written message, but as finding a

sympathetic pilgrim to burden his memory with it—charging him to keep it

fresh by repetition till it had been duly delivered.

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