Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 98 SOUTHWARD HO
relieved the distresses of her soul. The single kiss upon his
forehead, with which she rewarded the devotion of the trouba-
dour, inspired his fancy. He made the event the subject of the
sonnet, which has fortunately been preserved to us ;
" That there should be a question whom I love,
As if the world had more than one so fair?
LVonld'st know her name, behold the letters rare,
God-written, on the wing of every dove !
Ask if a blindness darkens my fond eyes,
That I should doubt me whither I should turn ;
Ask if my soul, in cold abeyance lies,
That I should fail at sight of her to burn.
That I should wander to another's sway,
Would speak a blindness worse than that of sight,
Since here, though nothing I may ask of right,
Blessings most precious woo my heart to stay.
High my ambition, since at heaven it aims,
Yet humble, since a daisy 's all it claims."
The lines first italicised embody the name of the lady, by a
periphrasis known to the Provencal dialect, and the name of the
daisy, as used in the closing line, is Marguerite. The poem
is an unequivocal declaration of attachment, obviously meant to
do away with all adverse declarations. To those acquainted
with the previous history, it unfolds another history quite as
significant ; and to those who knew nothing of the purity of the
parties, one who made no allowance for the exaggerated manner
in which a troubadour would be apt to declare the privileges he
had enjoyed, it would convey the idea of a triumph inconsistent
with the innocence of the lovers, and destructive of the rights
of the injured husband.
Thus, full of meaning, it is difficult to conceive by what im-
prudence of the parties, this fatal sonnet found its way to the
hands of Raymond of Roussillon. It is charged by the biogra-
phers, in the absence of other proofs, that the vanity of Margue-
rite, in her moments of exultation greater than her passion
proud of the homage which she inspired, and confident in the inno-
cence which the world had too slanderously already begun to ques-
tion´┐Żcould not forbear the temptation of showing so beautiful a
testimony of the power of her charms. But the suggestion lacks
in plausibility. It is more easy to conceive that the fond heart