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Flowers of all heaTens, and lovelier than their nameB,
Grew side by side ; and on the pavement lay
Carved stonea of the Abbey-rain in the park.
Huge AmmoniteB, and the first hones of Time ;
And on the tables every clime and age
Jnmhled together ; celts and calumets.
Claymore and snowshoe, toys in lava, fans
Of sandal, amber, ancient rosaries,
Laborions orient ivory sphere in sphere,
The cnrsed Malayan crease, and battle-clubs
From the isles of palm : and higher on the walls.
Betwixt the monstrous horns of elk and deer,
Kis own forejathers' arms and armour hung.
And ' this ' he said ' was Hugh's at Agincoart ;
And Lhat was old Sir Ralph's at Ascalon :
A good knight he ! we keep a chronicle
With all about him ' — which he brought, and I
Dived in a hoard of tales that dealt with knights
Half-legend, half-historic, counts and kings
PROLOGUE.
Her own fair head, and sallying thro' the gate,
Had beat her foes with slaughter from her walls.
' miracle of women,' said the book,
' noble heart who, being strait-besieged
By this wild king to force her to his wish,
Nor bent, nor broke, nor shunn'd a soldier's death.
But now when all was lost or seem'd as lost —
Her stature more than mortal in the burst
Of sunrise, her arm lifted, eyes on fire —
Brake with a blast of trumpets from the gate.
And, falling on them like a thunderbolt,
■
She trampled some beneath her horses' heels.
And some were whelm'd with missiles of the wall.
And some were push'd with lances from the rock.
And part were drown'd within the whirling brook :
miracle of noble womanhood ! '
So sang the gallant glorious chronicle ;
And, I all wrapt in this, * Come out,' he said,
' To the Abbey : there is Aunt Elizabeth
And sister Lilia with the rest.' We went
B 2
PROLOGUE.
(I kept the book and had my finger in it)
Down thro* the park : strange was the sight to me ;
For all the sloping pasture murmured, sown
With happy faces and with holiday.
There moved the mnltitude, a thousand heads :
The patient leaders of their Institute
Taught them with facts. One reared a font of stone
And drew, from butts of water on the slope,
The fountain of the moment, playing now
A twisted snake, and now a rain of pearls,
Or steep-up spout whereon the gilded ball
Danced like a wisp : and somewhat lower down
A man with knobs and wires and vials fired
A cannon : Echo answer'd in her sleep
From hollow fields : and here were telescopes
For azure views ; and there a group of girls
In circle waited, whom the electric shock
Dislink*d with shrieks and laughter : round the lake
A little clock-work steamer paddling plied
And shook the lilies : perch'd about the knolls
A dozen angry models jetted steam :
A petty railway ran : a fire-balloon
PROLOGUE.
Rose gem-like up before the dusky groves
And dropt a fairy parachute and past :
And there thro' twenty posts of telegraph
They flashed a saucy message to and fro
Between the mimic stations ; so that sport
Went hand in hand with Science ; otherwhere
Pure sport : a herd of boys with clamour bowl'd
And stump'd the wicket ; babies rolled about
Like tumbled fruit in grass ; and men and maids
Arranged a country dance, and flew thro' light
And shadow, while the twangling violin
Struck up with Soldier-laddie, and overhead
The broad ambrosial aisles of lofty lime
Made noise with bees and breeze from end to end.
Strange was the sight and smacking of the time ;
And long we gazed, but satiated at length
Came to the ruins. High-arch'd and ivy-claspt.
Of finest Gothic lighter than a fire,
Thro' one wide chasm of time and frost they gave
The park, the crowd, the house ; but all within
The sward was trim as any garden lawn :
6 PROLOGUE.
And here we lit on Aunt Elizabeth,
And Lilia with the rest, and lady friends
From neighbour seats : and there was Balph himself,
A broken statue propt against the wall,
As gay as any. Lilia, wild with sport,
Half child half woman as she was, had wound
A scarf of orange round the stony helm.
And robed the shoulders in a rosy silk.
That made the old warrior from his ivied nook
Glow like a sunbeam : near his tomb a feast
Shone, silver-set ; about it lay the guests.
And there we join*d them : then the maiden Aunt
Took this fair day for text, and from it preach*d
An universal culture for the crowd.
And all things great ; but we, unworthier, told
Of college : he had climb'd across the spikes.
And he had squeezed himself betwixt the bars,
And he had breathed the Proctor's dogs ; and one
Discussed his tutor, rough to conmion men.
But honeying at the whisper of a lord ;
And one the Master, as a rogue in grain
Veneered with sanctimonious theory.
But while they tallc'd, above their heads I saw
The feudal warrior lady-clad ; which brought
My book to mind : and opening this I read
Of old Sir Ralph a page or two that rang
With tilt and tourney ; then the tale of her
That drove her foes with slaughter from her walla,
And much I praised her Doblenese, and ' Where,'
Aak'd Walter, patting Lilia'a head (she lay
Beside him) ' lives there such a woman now ? '
Quick answer'd Lilia ' There are thousands now
Such women, bdt convention beats them down :
It is but bringing up ; do more than that :
You men have done it : how I hate you all !
Ah, were I something great ! I wish I were
Some mighty poetess, I would shame you then,
That love to keep ue children ! I wish
That I were some great Princess, I would build
Far off from men a college like a man's.
And I would teach them all that men are taught ;
We are tvrice as quick I ' And here she shook aside
The hand that play'd the patron with her curls.
r-*-
PROLOGUB. 9
With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans,
And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
I think they should not wear our rusty gowns,
But move as rich as Emperor-moths, or Balph
Who shines so in the comer ; yet I fear,
If there were many Lilias in the brood,
However deep you might embower the nest,
Some boy would spy it/
At this upon the sward
She tapt her tiny silken-sandal'd foot :
' That's your light way ; but I would make it death
For any male thing but to peep at us.'
Petulant she spoke, and at herself she laugh'd ;
A rosebud set with little wilful thorns,
And sweet as English air could make her, she :
But Walter hail'd a score of names upon her,
And * petty Ogress,' and ' ungrateful Puss,'
And swore he long'd at college, only long'd.
All else was well, for she-society.
They boated and they cricketed ; they talk'd
At wine, in clubs, of art, of politics ;
"7^
10 PROLOGUE.
They lost their weeks ; they vext the souls of deans ;
They rode ; they hetted ; made a hundred friends,
And caught the hlossom of the flying terms,
But miss'd the mignonette of Vivian-place,
The little hearth-flower Lilia. Thus he spoke.
Part banter, part a£fection.
* True,' she said,
' We doubt not that. O yes, you miss'd us much.
■
I'll stake my ruby ring upon it you did.'
She held it out ; and as a parrot turns
Up thro' gilt wires a crafty loving eye.
And takes a lady's finger with all care,
And bites it for true heart and not for harm,
So he with Lilia's. Daintily she shriek'd
And wTung it. ' Doubt my word again ! ' he said.
* Come, listen ! here is proof that you were miss'd :
We seven stay'd at Christmas up to read ;
And there we took one tutor as to read :
The hard-grain'd Muses of the cube and square
Were out of season : never man, I think,
So moulder'd in a sinecure as he :
PROLOGUE. 11
For while our cloisters echo*d frosty feet,
And onr long walks were stript as bare as brooms,
We did but talk you over, pledge you all
In wassail ; often, like as many girls —
Sick for the hollies and the yews of home —
As many little trifling Lilias — ^play'd
Charades and riddles as at Christmas here.
And what's my thought and when and where and fiow,
And often told a tale from mouth to mouth
As here at Christmas.'
She remembered that :
A pleasant game, she thought : she liked it more
Than magic music, forfeits, all the rest.
But these — ^what kind of tales did men tell men.
She wonder'd, by themselves ?
A half-disdain
Perch'd on the pouted blossom of her lips :
And Walter nodded at me ; ' He began,
The rest would follow, each in turn ; and so
We forged a sevenfold story. Kind? what kind?
Chimeras, crotchets, Christmas solecisms.
Seven-headed monsters only made to lull
12 PROLOGUE.
Time by the fire in winter.
' Kill him now,
The tyrant ! kill him in the summer too/
Said Lilia ; ' Why not now/ the maiden Aunt.
* Why not a summer's as a winter's tale ?
A tale for summer as befits the time,
And something it should be to suit the place,
Heroic, for a hero lies beneath,
Grave, solemn ! '
Walter warp'd his mouth at this
To something so mock-solemn, that I laugh'd
And Lilia woke with sudden-shrilling mirth
An echo like a ghostly woodpecker,
Hid in the ruins ; till the maiden Aunt
(A little sense of wrong had touch'd her face
With colour) tum'd to me with * As you will ;
Heroic if you will, or what you will,
Or be yourself your hero if you will.'
* Take Lilia, then, for heroine ' clamour'd he,
* And make her some great Princess, six feet high,
Grand, epic, homicidal ; and be you
PROLOGUE. 13
The Prince to win her! '
* Then follow me, the Prince,'
I answered, ' each be hero in his turn !
Seven and yet one, like shadows in a dream. —
Heroic seems our Princess as required. —
But something made to suit with Time and place,
A Gothic ruin and a Grecian house,
A talk of college and of ladies' rights,
A feudal knight in silken masquerade,
And, yonder, shrieks and strange experiments
For which the good Sir Balph had burnt them all —
This were a medley ! we should have him back
Who told the ' Winter's tale ' to do it for us.
No matter : we will say whatever comes.
And let the ladies sing us, if they will.
From time to time, some ballad or a song
To give us breathing-space.'
So I began.
And the rest follow'd : and the women sang
Between the rougher voices of the men,
Jiike linnets in the pauses of the wind :
And here I give the story and the songs.
14 THE PRINCESS ;
I.
A Prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,
Of temper amorous, as the first of May,
With lengths of yellow ringlet, like a girl,
For on my cradle shone the Northern star.
There lived an ancient legend in our house.
Some sorcerer, whom a far-off grandsire burnt
Because he cast no shadow, had foretold.
Dying, that none of all our blood should know
The shadow from the substance, and that one
Should come to fight with shadows and to fall.
For so, my mother said, the story ran.
And, truly, waking dreams were, more or less,
An old and strange affection of the house.
Myself too had weird seizures, Heaven knows what:
On a sudden in the midst of men and day,
A MBDLET. 15
And while I walk'd and talk'd as heretofore,
I seem'd to move among a world of ghosts,
And feel myself the shadow of a dream.
Our great court-Galen poised his gilt-head cane,
And paw'd his heard, and mutter'd ' catalepsy.'
My mother pitying made a thousand prayers ;
My mother was as mild as any saint^
Half-canonized hy all that look'd on her.
So gracious was her tact and tenderness :
But my good father thought a king a king ;
He cared not for the a£fection of the house ;
He held his sceptre like a pedant's wand
To lash offence, and with long arms and hands
Beach'd out, and pick'd offenders from the mass
For judgment.
Now it chanced that I had been.
While life was yet in bud and blade, betroth'd
To one, a neighbouring Princess : she to me
Was proxy- wedded with a bootless calf
At eight years old ; and still from time to time
Came murmurs of her beauty from the South,
And of her brethren, youths of puissance ;
I
16 THE PRINCESS ;
And still I wore her picture by my heart,
And one dark tress ; and all around them both
Sweet thoughts would swarm as bees about their queen.
But when the days drew nigh that I should wed,
My father sent ambassadors with furs
And jewels, gifts, to fetch her : these brought back
A present, a great labour of the loom ;
And therewithal an answer vague as wind :
Besides, they saw the king ; he took the gifts ;
He said there was a compact; that was true :
But then she had a will ; was he to blame ?
And maiden fancies ; loved to live alone
Among her women ; certain, would not wed.
That morning in the presence room I stood
With Cyril and with Florian, my two friends :
The first, a gentleman of broken means
(His father's fault) but given to starts and bursts
Of revel ; and the last, my other heart,
And almost my half-self, for still we moved
Together, twinn'd as horse's ear and eye.
Now, while they spake, I saw my father's face
Grow long and troubled like a rising moon,
Inflamed with wrath : he started on his feet,
18 THE PRINCESS;
Tore the king's letter, snow'd it down, and rent
The wonder of the loom thro' warp and woof
From skirt to skirt ; and at the last he swaro
That he would «end a hundred thousand men,
And bring her in a whirlwind : then he chew'd
The thrice-tum'd cud of wTath, and cook'd his spleen,
Communing with his captains of the war.
At last I spoke. * My father, let me go.
It cannot be but some gross error lies
In this report, this answer of a king.
Whom all men rate as kind and hospitable :
Or, maybe, I myself, my bride once seen,
Whatever my grief to find her less than fame,
May rue the bargain made.' And Florian said:
' I have a sister at the foreign court.
Who moves about the Princess ; she, you know,
Who wedded with a nobleman from thence :
He, dying lately, left her, as I hear,
The lady of three castles in that land :
Thro' her this matter might be sifted clean.'
And Cyril whisper'd : * Take me with you too,'
A MEDLEY. 10
Then laughing * what, if these weird seizures come
Upon you in those lands, and no one near
To point you out the shadow from the truth !
Take me : I'll serve you better in a strait ;
I grate on rusty hinges here : ' but * No ! '
Boar'd the rough king, ' you shall not ; we ourself
Will crush her pretty maiden fancies dead
In iron gauntlets : break the council up/
But when the council broke, I rose and past
Thro' the wild woods that hung about the town ;
Found a still place, and plucked her likeness out ;
Laid it on flowers, and watch'd it lying bathed
In the green gleam of dewy-tassell'd trees :
What were those fancies ? wherefore break her troth ?
Proud looked the lips : but while I meditated
A wind arose and rush*d upon the South,
And shook the songs, the whispers, and the shrieks
Of the wild woods together ; and a Voice
Went with it * Follow, follow, thou shalt win/
Then, ere the silver sickle of that month
Became her golden shield, I stole from court
With Cyril and with Florian, uui»erceivfd,
Cat'footed thro' the town and half in dread
A MEDLEY. 21
To hear my father's clamour at our backs
With Ho ! from some bay-window shake the night ;
But all was quiet : from the bastion*d walls
Like threaded spiders, one by one, we dropt,
And flying reached the frontier : then we crost
To a livelier land ; and so by tilth and grange,
And Tines, and blowing bosks of wilderness,
We gain'd the mother-city thick with towers.
And in the imperial palace found the king.
His name was Oama ; crack'd and small his voice.
But bland the smile that like a wrinkling wind
On glassy water drove his cheek in lines ;
A little dry old man, without a star.
Not like a king : three days he feasted us.
And on the fourth I spake of why we came,
And my betroth'd. * You do us. Prince,' he said,
Airing a snowy hand and signet gem,
* All honour. We remember love ourselves
In our sweet youth : there did a compact pass
Long summers back, a kind of ceremony —
I think the year in which our olives fail'd.
THE PRlSCEiS ;
I would yoa Iiad her. Prince, with all mv Iteart,
With my full heart : but there were widows here,
Two widows, Lady Psyche, Lady Blanche ;
They fed her theories, in and out of place
A MEDLEY. 23
Maintaining that with equal husbandry
The woman were an equal to the man.
They harp'd on this ; with this our banquets rang ;
Our dances broke and buzz'd in knots of talk ;
Nothing but this ; my very ears were hot
To hear them : knowledge, so my daughter held,
Was all in all ; they had but been, she thought.
As children ; they must lose the child, assume
The woman : then. Sir, awful odes she wrote,
Too awful, sure, for what they treated of.
But all she is and does is awful ; odes
About this losing of the child ; and rhymes
And dismal lyrics, prophesying change
Beyond all reason : these the women sang ;
And they that know such things — I sought but peace ;
No critic I — would call them masterpieces :
They mastered me. At last she begg*d a boon
A certain summer-palace which I have
Hard by your father's frontier : I said no,
Yet being an easy man, gave it ; and there,
All wild to found an University
For maidens, on the spur she fled ; and more
24 THB PRINCESS ;
We know not, — only this : they see no men,
Not ey*n her brother Arac, nor the twins
Her brethren, tho' they love her, look upon her
As on a kind of paragon ; and I
(Pardon me saying it) were much loth to breed
Dispute betwixt mySelf and mine : but since
(And I confess with right) you think me bound
In some sort, I can give you letters to her ;
And yet, to speak the truth, I rate your chance
Almost at naked nothing.*
Thus the king ;
And I, tho' nettled that he seem*d to slur
With garrulous ease and oily courtesies
Our formal compact, yet, not less (all frets
But chafing me on fire to find my bride)
Went forth again with both my friends. We rode
Many a long league back to the North. At last
From hills, that look'd across a land of hope,
We dropt with evening on a rustic town
Set in a gleaming river's crescent-curve.
Close at the boundary of the liberties ;
There, enter*d an old hostel, called mine host
A MKDLKT. 25
To council, plied him with his richest wines.
And show'd the late-writ letters of the king.
He with a long low sibilation, stared
As blank as death in marble ; then exclaimed
Averring it was dear against all roles
For any man to go : bat as his brain
Began to mellow, ' If the king,' he said,
' Had given ns letters, was he bonnd to speak ?
The king would bear him oat ;' and at the last —
The summer of the vine in all his veins —
' No donbt that we might make it worth his while.
She once had past that way ; he heard her speak ;
She scared him ; life ! he never saw the like ;
She look'd as grand as doomsday and as grave :
And he, he reverenced his Uege-lady there ;
He always made a point to post with mares ;
His daughter and his housemaid were the boys :
The land, he understood, for miles about
Was till'd by women ; all the swine were sows,
And all the dogs ' —
But while he jested thus,
1
TUB PRIN'CESS ;
A thought flash'd thro' me which I clothed in act,
Rememberiug liow we three presented Mftid
Or Njmph, or Goddess, &t high tide of feast.
A MBDLKY. 27
In masque or pageant at my father's court.
We sent mine host to purchase female gear ;
«
He brought it, and himself, a sight to shake
The midriff of despair with laughter, holp
To lace us up, till, each, in maiden plumes
We rustled : him we gave a costly bribe
To guerdon silence, mounted our good steeds,
And boldly yentured on the liberties.
We foUow'd up the river as we rode,
And rode till midnight when the college lights
Began to glitter firefly-like in copse
And linden alley : then we past an arch.
Whereon a woman-statue rose with wings
From four wing*d horses dark against the stars ;
And some inscription ran along the front.
But deep in shadow : further on we gained
A little street half garden and half house ;
But scarce could hear each other speak for noise
Of clocks and chimes, like silver hammers falling
On silver anvils, and the splash and stir
Of fountains spouted up and showering down
23 THB PRI5CESS ;
In meshes of the jasmine and the rose :
And aU about ns pealed the ni^tingale.
Rapt in her song, and careless of the snare.
There stood a bust of PaDas for a sign.
By two sphere himps Uazon'd like Heaven and Earth
With constellation and with continent.
Above an entry : riding in, we call'd ;
A plnmp-arm'd Ostleress and a stable wench
Came running at the call, and help*d ns down.
Then stept a bnxom hostess forth, and sailM,
Fall-blown, before ns into rooms which gave
Upon a pillared porch, the bases lost
In laurel : her we ask*d of that and this.
And who were tutors. ' Lady Blanche ' she said,
• And Lady Psyche.' ' WTiich was prettiest,
Best-natured ? ' * Ladv Psvche.* * Hers are we/
One voice, we cried ; and I sat down and wroto.
In such a hand as when a field of com
Bows all its ears before the roaring East ;
* Three ladies of the Nortliorn empire pray
Your Highness would enroll tliem with your own,
As Lady Psyche's pupils.'
This I seal'd :
30 THE PRINCESS ;
The seal was Cupid bent above a scroll,
And o'er his head Uranian Venus hung,
And raised the blinding bandage from his eyes :
I gave the letter to be sent with dawn ;
And then to bed, where half in doze I seem'd
To float about a glimmering night, and watch
A full sea glazed with muffled moonlight, swell
On some dark shore just seen that it was rich.
A MBDLBV.
As thro' tho laud at eve we went.
And pluck'd Ihe ripen'd cars,
We fell out. luy wife and I,
O we fell out I know not why.
And kiss'd again with tears.
For when we came where Les the child
We lost in other years.
There above the htUe grave, ^
O tlierc above the little grave.
Wc kisB'd ngaiu with tearK.
32 TUB PAINCESS ;
II.
At break of day the College Portress came :
She brought us Academic silks, in hue
The lilac, with a silken hood to each.
And zoned with gold ; and now when these were on,
And we as rich as moths from dusk cocoons.
She, curtseying her obeisance, let us know
The Princess Ida waited : out we paced,
I first, and following thro' the porch that sang
All round with laurel, issued in a court
Compact of lucid marbles, boss'd with lengths
Of classic frieze, with ample awnings gay
Betwixt the pillars, and with great urns of flowers.
The Muses and the Graces, group*d in threes,
Enring^d a billowing fountain in the midst ;
And here and there on lattice edges lay
Or book or lute ; but hastily we past.
A MEDLEY. 33
And up a flight of stairs into the ball.
There at a board by tome and paper sat,
With two tame leopards couch*d beside her throne,
All beauty compass'd in a female form,
The Princess ; liker to the inhabitant
Of some clear planet close upon the Sun,
Than our man's earth ; such eyes were in her head,
And so much grace and power, breathing down
From over her arch*d brows, with every turn
Lived thro* her to the tips of her long hands.
And to her feet. She rose her height, and said :
* We give you welcome : not without redound
Of use and glory to yourselves ye come,
The first-fruits of the stranger : aftertime,
And that full voice which circles round the grave,
Will rank you nobly, mingled up with me.
What ! are the ladies of your land so tall ?'
' We of the court ' said Cyril. ' From the court '
She answer'd, ' then ye know the Prince ? ' and he :
* The climax of his age ! as tho' there were
THB PRINCESS ;
One rose in all the world, your Highness that,
He worships your ideal : ' she replied :
' We scarcely thonght in our own hall to hear
This barren Terbiage, current among men.
A MEDLEY. ;j5
Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
Your flight from out your bookless wilds would seem
As arguing love of knowledge and of power ;
Your language proves you still the child. Indeed,
We dream not of him : when we set our hand
To this great work, we purposed with ourselves
Never to wed. You likewise will do well,
Ladies, in entering here, to cast and fling
The tricks, which make us toys of men, that so,
Some future time, if so indeed you will.
You may with those self-styled our lords ally
Your fortunes, justlier balanced, scale with scale.'
At those high words, we conscious of ourselves.
Perused the matting ; then an officer
Rose up, and read the statutes, such as these :
Not for three years to correspond with home ;
Not for three years to cross the liberties ;
Not for three years to speak with any men ;
And many more, which hastily subscribed,
We enter'd on the boards : and * Now ' she cried
* Ye are green wood, see ye warp not. Look, our hall !
86 THE FRINOESS ;
Our statues ! — ^not of those that men desire,
Sleek Odalisques, or oracles of mode,
Nor stunted squaws of West or East ; but she
That taught the Sabine how to rule, and she
The foundress of the Babylonian wall,
The Carian Artemisia strong in war.
The Rhodope, that built the pyramid,
Clelia, Cornelia, with the Palmyrene
That fought Aurelian, and the Soman brows
Of Agrippina. Dwell with these, and lose
Convention, since to look on noble forms
Makes noble thro* the sensuous organism
That which is higher. O lift your natures up :
Embrace our aims : wor]^ out your freedom. Girls,
Knowledge is now no more a fountain seal'd :
Drink deep, until the habits of the slave.
The sins of emptiness, gossip and spite
And slander, die. Better not be at all
Than not be noble. Leave us : you may go :
To-day t^e Lady Psyche will harangue
The fresh arrivals of the week before ;
For they press in from all the provinces,
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And fiU the hive.'
She spoke, and bowing waved
Dismissal : back again we crost the court
To Lady Psyche's : as we enter'd in,
There sat along the forms, like morning doves
That sun their milky bosoms on the thatch,
A patient range of pupils ; she herself
Erect behind a desk of satin-wood,
A quick brunette, well-moulded, falcon-eyed,
And on the hither side, or so she look'd.
Of twenty sunmiers. At her left, a child,
In shining draperies, headed like a star,
Her maiden babe, a double April old,
AglaXa slept. We sat : the Lady glanced :
Then Florian, but no livelier than the dame
That whisper'd ' Asses* ears ' among the sedge,
« My sister.' * Comely too by all that's fair '
Said Cyril. ' hush, hush ! ' and she began.
* This world was once a fluid haze of light,
Till toward the centre set the starry tides.
And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast
The planets : tbeo the monstor, tbon the man ;
Tattoo'd or woaded, wint«r-clad io skiue,
Raw from tlie prime, and cruHLing dawu bis mate ;
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As yet we find in barbarous isles, and here
Among the lowest.'
Thereupon she took
A bird*8-eye-view of all the ungracious past ;
Glanced at the legendary Amazon
As emblematic of a nobler age ;
Appraised the Lycian custom, spoke of those
That lay at wine with Lar and Lucumo ;
Ban down the Persian, Grecian, Roman lines
Of empire, and the woman's state in each,
How far from just ; till warming wdth her theme
She fulmined out her scorn of laws Salique
And little-footed China, touched on Mahomet
With much contempt, and came to chivalry :
When some respect, however slight, was paid
To woman, superstition all awry :
However then commenced the dawn : a beam
Had slanted forward, falling in a land
Of promise ; fruit would follow. Deep, indeed,
Their debt of thanks to her who first had dared
To leap the rotten pales of prejudice,
Disyoke their necks from custom, and assert
40 THE PRINOBSS ;
None lordlier than themselyes bat that which made
Woman and man. She had founded ; they must baild.
Here might they learn whatever men were taught :
Let them not fear : some said their heads were less :
Some men's were small ; not they the least of men ;
For often fineness compensated size :
Besides the brain was like the hand, and grew
With using ; thence the man's, if more was more ;
He took advantage of his strength to be
First in the field : some ages had been lost ;
But woman ripen'd earlier, and her life
Was longer ; and albeit their glorious names
Were fewer, scatter'd stars, yet since in truth
The highest is the measure of the man,
And not the Kaffir, Hottentot, Malay,
Nor those horn-handed breakers of the glebe,
But Homer, Plato, Verulam ; even so
With woman : and in arts of government
Elizabeth and others ; arts of war
The peasant Joan and others ; arts of grace
Sappho and others vied with any man :
And, last not least, she who had left her place,
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And bow'd her state to them, that they might grow
To use and power on this Oasis, lapt
In the arms of leisure, sacred from the blight
Of ancient influence and scorn.
At last
She rose upon a wind of prophecy
Dilating on the future ; * everywhere
Two heads in council, two beside the hearth,
Two in the tangled business of the world,
Two in the liberal offices of life,
Two plummets dropt for one to sound the abyss
Of science, and the secrets of the mind :
Musician, painter, sculptor, critic, more :
And ever}^here the broad and bounteous Earth
Should bear a double growth of those rare souls.
Poets, whose thoughts enrich the blood of the world.*
She ended here, and beckon'd us : the rest
Parted ; and, glowing full-faced welcome, she
Began to address us, and was moving on
In gratulation, till as when a boat
Tacks, and the slackened sail flaps, all her voice
4-2 THE PRINCESS ;
Faltering and fluttering in her throat, she cried
' My brother ! ' * Well, my sister.' * ' she said
' What do you here ? and in this dress ? and these ?
Why who are these ? a wolf within the fold !
A pack of wolves ! the Lord be gracious to me !
A plot, a plot, a plot to ruin all ! *
* No plot, no plot,' he answer'd. 'Wretched boy,
How saw you not the inscription on the gate.
Let no man enter in on pain of death?'
* And if I had ' he answer'd * who could think
The softer Adams of your Academe,
sister, Sirens tho' they be, were such
As chanted on the blanching bones of men ? '
* But you will find it otherwise' she said.
* You jest : ill jesting with edge-tools ! my vow
Binds me to speak, and that iron will,
That axelike edge untumable, our Head,
The Princess.' 'Well then, Psyche, take my life,
And nail me like a weasel on a grange
For warning : bury me beside the gate,
And cut this epitaph above my bones ;
Here lies a brother by a sister slain^
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All for the common good of womankind,'
' Let me die too ' said Cyril * haTing seen
And heard the Lady Psyche.'
I struck in :
* Albeit so mask'd, Madam, I love the truth ;
Beceive it ; and in me behold the Prince
Your countryman, affianced years ago
To the Lady Ida : here, for here she was,
And thus (what other way was left) I came.'
' Sir, Prince, I have no country ; none ;
If any, this ; but none. Whate'er I was
Disrooted, what I am is grafted here.
Affianced, Sir ? love-whispers may not breathe
Within this vestal Umit, and how should I,
Who am not mine, say, live : the thunderbolt
Hangs silent ; but prepare : I speak ; it falls.'
' Yet pause,' I said : * for that inscription there,
I think no more of deadly lurks therein.
Than in a clapper clapping in a garth.
To scare the fowl from fruit : if more there be,
If more and acted on, what follows ? war ;
Your own work marr'd : for this your Academe,
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44 THE PRINCESS ;
Whichever side be Victor, in the halloo
Will topple to the trumpet down, and pass
With all fair theories only made to gild
A stormless summer.' ' Let the Princess judge
Of that * she said : * farewell Sir — and to you.
I shudder at the sequel, but I go.'
' Are you that Lady Psyche ' I rejoin'd,
* The fifth in line from that old Florian,
Yet hangs his portrait in my father's hall
(The gaunt old Baron with his beetle brow
Sun-shaded in the heat of dusty fights)
As he bestrode my Grandsire, when he fell,
And all else fled : we point to it, and we say,
The loyal warmth ot Florian is not cold,
But branches current yet in kindred veins.'
' Are you that Psyche ' Florian added ' she
With whom I sang about the morning hills,
Flung ball, flew kite, and raced the purple fly,
And snared the squirrel of the glen ? are you
That Psyche, wont to bind my throbbing brow.
To smoothe my pillow, mix the fo(
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Of fever, tell me pleasant tales, and read
My sickness down to happy dreams ? are you
That brother-sister Psyche, both in one ?
You were that Psyche, but what are you now?'
* You are that Psyche,' Cyril said, * for whom
I would be that for ever which I seem
Woman, if I might sit beside your feet,
And glean your scattered sapience.'
Then once more,
* Are you that Lady Psyche ' I began,
' That on her bridal morn before she past
From all her old companions, when the king
Kiss*d her pale cheek, declared that ancient ties
Would still be dear beyond the southern hills ;
That were there any of our people there
In want or peril, there was one to hear
And help them : look ! for such are these and I.'
* Are you that Psyche ' Florian ask'd * to whom,
In gentler days, your arrow-wounded fawn
Game fljing while you sat beside the well ?
The creature laid his muzzle on your lap,
And sobb'd, and you sobb'd with it, and the blood
46 THE PRINCESS ;
Was sprinkled on your kirtle, and you wept.
That was fawn's blood, not brother's, yet you wept.
by the bright head of my little niece,
You were that Psyche, and what are you now ? *
* You are that Psyche * Cyril said again,
' The mother of the sweetest little maid,
That ever crow'd for kisses.'
' Out upon it ! '
She answer'd, * peace ! and why should I not play
The Spartan Mother with emotion, be
The Lucius Junius Brutus of my kind ?
Him you call great : he for the common weal,
The fading politics of mortal Home,
As I might slay this child, if good need were,
Slew both his sons : and I, shall I, on whom
The secular emancipation turns
Of half this world, be swerved from right to save
A prince, a brother ? a little will I yield.
Best so, perchance, for us, and well for you.
hard, when love and duty clash ! I fear
My conscience will not count me fleckless ; yet —
Hear my conditions : promise (otherwise
A MBDLEY.
You perish) as you came to slip away,
To-day, to-morrow, soon : it shall be said.
These women were too barbarous, would not learn ;
They fled, who might have shamed us : promise, all/
What could we else, we promised each; and she.
Like some wild creature newly-caged, commenced
A to-and-fro, so pacing tiU she paused
By Florian; holding out her lily arms
Took both his hands, and smiling faintly said :
* I knew you at the first : tho* you have grown
You scarce have alter'd : I am sad and glad
To see you, Florian. I give thee to death
My brother ! it was duty spoke, not I.
My needful seeming harshness, pardon it.
Our mother, is she well?'
With that she kiss'd
His forehead, then, a moment after, clung
About him, and betwixt them blossom'd up
From out a common vein of memory
Sweet household talk, and phrases of the hearth.
And far allusion, till the gracious dews
THE PRINCESS:
BogSD to glieten and to fall : and while
They stood, so rapt, wo gazing, came a voice.
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The Lady Blanche's daughter where she stood,
Melissa, with her hand upon the lock,
A rosy blonde, and in a college gown,
That clad her like an April daffodilly
(Her mother's colour) with her lips apart,
And all her thoughts as fair within her eyes,
As bottom agates seen to wave and float
In crystal currents of clear morning seas.
So stood that same fair creature at the door.
Then Lady Psyche * Ah — ^Melissa — you !
You heard us ? ' and Melissa, * pardon me !
I heard, I could not help it, did not wish :
But, dearest Lady, pray you fear me not.
Nor think I bear that heart within my breast,
To give three gallant gentlemen to death.'
* I trust you ' said the other ' for we two
Were always friends, none closer, elm and vine :
But yet your mother's jealous temperament —
Let not your prudence, dearest, drowse, or prove
The Danaid of a leaky vase, for fear
This whole foundation ruin, and I lose
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50 THE PRINCESS ;
My honour, these their lives/ * Ah, fear me not '
Replied Melissa ' no — I would not tell,
No, not for all Aspasia's cleverness,
No, not to answer, Madam, all those hard things
That Sheba came to ask of Solomon.'
* Be it so ' the other ' that we still may lead
The new light up, and culminate in peace,
For Solomon may come to Sheba yet.'
Said Cyril ' Madam, he the wisest man
Feasted the woman wisest then, in halls
Of Lebanonian cedar : nor should you
(Tho' madam you should answer, we would ask)
Less welcome find among us, if you came
Among us, debtors for our lives to you.
Myself for something more.' He said not what,
But * Thanks,' she answer'd * go : we have been too long
Together : keep your hoods about the face ;
They do so that affect abstraction here.
Speak little ; mix not with the rest ; and hold
Your promise : all, I trust, may yet be well.'
Wo turn'd to go, but Cyril took the ci
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And held her round the knees against his waist,
And blew the swoll'n cheek of a trumpeter,
While Psyche watched them, smiling, and the child
Push'd her flat hand against his face and laugh'd ;
And thus our conference closed.
And then we stroll'd
For half the day thro* stately theatres
Bench'd crescent-wise. In each we sat, we heard
The grave Professor. On the lecture slate
The circle rounded under female hands
With flawless demonstration : foUow'd then
A classic lecture, rich in sentiment,
With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out
By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies
And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long
That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time
Sparkle for ever : then we dipt in all
That treats of whatsoever is, the state.
The total chronicles of man, the mind.
The morals, something of the frame, the rock,
The star, the bird, the fish, the shell, the flower.
Electric, chemic laws, and all the rest,
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62 THE PRINCESS ;
And whatsoeyer can be taught and known ;
Till like three horses that have broken fence,
And glutted all night long breast-deep in com,
We issued gorged with knowledge, and I spoke :
* Why, Sirs, they do all this as well as we.'
' They hunt old trails * said Cyril ' very well ;
But when did woman ever yet invent ? '
' Ungracious ! ' answer'd Florian, ' have you learnt
No more from Psyche's lecture, you that talk'd
The trash that made me sick, and almost sad ? '
* trash ' he said * but with a kernel in it.
Should I not call her wise, who made me wise ?
And learnt ? I learnt more from her in a flash,
Than if my brainpan were an empty hull.
And every Muse tumbled a science in.
A thousand hearts lie fallow in these halls,
And round these halls a thousand baby loves
Fly twanging headless arrows at the hearts.
Whence follows many a vacant pang; but
With me. Sir, enter'd in the bigger boy,
The Head of all the golden-shafted firm,
The long-limb'd lad that had a Psyche too ;
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He cleft me thro' the stomacher ; and now
What think you of it, Florian ? do I chase
The substance or the shadow ? will it hold ?
I have no sorcerer's malison on me,
No ghostly hauntings like his Highness. I
Flatter myself that always everywhere
I know the substance when I see it. Well,
Are castles shadows ? Three of them ? Is she
The sweet proprietress a shadow ? If not.
Shall those three castles patch my tatter'd coat ?
For dear are those three castles to my wants.
And dear is sister Psyche to my heart.
And two dear things are one of double worth,
And much I might have said, but that my zone
Unmann'd me : then the Doctors ! to hear
The Doctors ! to watch the thirsty plants
Imbibing ! once or twice I thought to roar.
To break my chain, to shake my mane : but thou,
Modulate me. Soul of mincing mimicry !
Made liquid treble of that bassoon, my throat ;
Abase those eyes that ever loved to meet
Star-sisters answering under crescent brows ;
54 THB PRINCESS;
Abate the stride, which speaks of man, and loose
A flying charm of blushes o'er this cheek,
Where they like swallows coming out of time
"Will wonder why they came : but hark the bell
For dinner, let us go ! '
And in we streamed
Among the columns, pacing staid and still
By twos and threes, till all from end to end
With beauties every shade of brown and fair,
In colours gayer than the morning mist,
The long hall gUtter'd like a bed of flowers.
How might a man not wander from his wits
Pierced thro' with eyes, but that I kept mine own
Intent on her, who rapt in glorious dreams,
The second-sight of some Astrsean age.
Sat compass'd with professors : they, the while,
Discuss'd a doubt and tost it to and fro :
A clamour thicken'd, mixt mtii inmost terms
Of art and science : Lady Blanche alone
Of faded form and haughtiest lineaments,
With all her Autumn tresses falsely brown.
Shot sidelong daggers at us, a tiger-cat
In act to Rpring.
At laet 8 solemn grace
Concluded, and wc sought the gardens : there
56 THE PEINCESS ;
One walked reciting by herself, and one
In this hand held a volume as to read,
And smoothed a petted peacock down with that :
Some to a low song oar'd a shallop by,
Or under arches of the marble bridge
Hung, shadowed from the heat : some hid and sought
In the orange thickets : others tost a ball
Above the fountain-jets, and back again
With laughter : others lay about the lawns.
Of the older sort, and murmur'd that their May
Was passing : what was learning unto them ?
They wish*d to marry ; they could rule a house ;
Men hated learned women : but we three
Sat muffled like the Fates ; and often came
Melissa hitting all we saw with shafts
Of gentle satire, kin to charity,
That harm'd not : then day droopt ; the chapel bells
Called us : we left the walks ; we mixt with those
Six hundred maidens clad in purest white,
Before two streams of light from wall to wall.
While the great organ almost burst his pipes.
Groaning for power, and rolling thro' the court
A MEDLET. ^7
A long melodious thunder to the sound
Of solemn psalms, and silver litanies,
The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven
A blessing on her labours for the world.
58 THB PRINCESS ;
Sweet and low, sweet and low.
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea I
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the djring moon, and blow.
Blow him again to me ;
While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest.
Father will come to thee soon ;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast.
Father will come to thee soon ;
Father will come to his babe in the nest.
Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon :
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
GO THE PRINCESS ;
III.
Morn in tho white wake of the morning star
Came furrowing all the orient into gold.
We rose, and each by other drest with care
Descended to the court that lay three parts
In shadow, but the Muses' heads were touch'd
Above the darkness from their native East.
There while we stood beside the fount, and watch'd
Or seem'd to watch the dancing bubble, approach'd
Melissa, tinged with wan from lack of sleep,
Or grief, and glowing round her dewy eyes
The circled Iris of a night of tears ;
* And fly * she cried, * O fly, while yet you may !
!My mother knows : ' and when I ask'd her * how *
* My fault * she wept * my fault ! and yet not mine ;
Yet mine in part. hear me, pardon me.
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My mother, 'tis her wont from night to night
To rail at Lady Psyche and her side.
She says the Princess should have been the Head,
Herself and Lady Psyche the two arms ;
And so it was agreed when first they came ;
But Lady Psyche was the right hand now,
And she the left^ or not^ or seldom used ;
Hers more than half the students, all the love.
And so last night she fell to canvass you :
Iler country women ! she did not envy her.
" Who over saw such wild barbarians ?
Girls ? — ^more like men ! " and at these words the snake,
My secret, seem'd to stir within my breast ;
And oh, Sirs, could I help it, but my cheek
Began to bum and burn, and her lynx eye
To fix and make me hotter, till she laugh'd :
** marvellously modest maiden, you !
Men ! girls, like men ! why, if they had been men
You need not set your thoughts in rubric thus
For wholesale comment." Pardon, I am shamed
That I must needs repeat for my excuse
What looks so little graceful : *' men " (for still
62 THE PRINCESS ;
My mother went revolving on the word)
*' And so they are, — very like men indeed —
And with that woman closeted for hours ! "
Then came these dreadful words out one by one,
"Why — ^these — are — men : " I shuddered : " and you knowit."
" ask me nothing/' I said : " And she knows too.
And she conceals it.'* So my mother clutch'd
The truth at once, but with no word from me ;
And now thus early risen she goes to inform
The Princess : Lady Psyche will be crush'd ;
But you may yet be saved, and therefore fly :
But heal me with your pardon ere you go.'
' What pardon, sweet Melissa, for a blush ? '
Said Cyril : ' Pale one, blush again : than wear
Those lilies, better blush our lives away.
Yet let us breathe for one hour more in Heaven '
He added, ' lest some classic Angel speak
In scorn of us, ''they mounted, Ganymedes,
To tumble, Vulcans, on the second mom."
But I will melt this marble into wax
To yield us farther furlough : ' and he went.
A MEDLEY. 6S
Melissa shook her doubtful curls, and thought
He scarce would prosper. ' Tell us/ Florian ask^d,
* How grew this feud betwixt the right and left.'
' long ago/ she said, ' betwixt these two
Division smoulders hidden ; 'tis my mother,
Too jealous, often fretful as the wind
Pent in a crevice : much I bear with her :
I never knew my father, but she says
(Ood help her) she was wedded to a fool ;
And still she rail'd against the state of things.
She had the care of Lady Ida's youth,
And from the Queen's decease she brought her up.
But when your sister came she won the heart
Of Ida : they were still together, grew
(For so they said themselves) inosculated ;
Consonant chords that shiver to one note ;
One mind in all things : yet my mother still
Affirms your Psyche thieved her theories,
And angled with them for her pupil's love :
She calls her plagiarist ; I know not what :
But I must go : I dare not tarry ' and light.
As flies the shadow of a bird, she fled.
64 THE PRINCESS ;
Then murmur'd Florian gazing after her.
' An open-hearted maiden, true and pure.
If I could love, why this were she : how pretty
• Her blushing was, and how she blush'd again,
As if to close with Cyril's random wish :
Not like your Princess cramm'd with erring pride.
Nor like poor Psyche whom she drags in tow.'
' The crane,' I said, ' may chatter of the crane.
The dove may murmur of the dove, but I
An eagle clang an eagle to the sphere.
My princess, my princess ! true she errs,
But in her own grand way : being herself
Three times more noble than threescore of men.
She sees herself in every woman else,
And so she wears her error like a crown
To blind the truth and me : for her, and her,
Hebes are they to hand ambrosia, mix
The nectar ; but — ah she — ^whene'er she moves
The Samian Here rises and she speaks
A Menmon smitten with the morning Sun.'
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So saying from the court we paced, and gain'd
The terrace ranged along the Northern front.
And leaning there on those balusters, high
Above the empurpled champaign, drank the gale
That blown about the foliage underneath.
And sated with the innumerable rose.
Beat balm upon our eyelids. Hither came
Cyril, and yawning * hard task,' he cried ;
' No fighting shadows here ! I forced a way
Thro' solid opposition crabb'd and gnarl'd.
Better to clear prime forests, heave and thump
A league of street in summer solstice down.
Than hammer at this reverend gentlewoman.
I knock'd and, bidden, enter'd ; found her there
At point to move, and settled in her eyes
The green malignant light of coming storm.
Sir, I was courteous, every phrase well-oil'd,
As man's could be ; yet maiden-meek I pray'd
Concealment : she demanded who we were,
And why we came ? I fabled nothing fair,
But, your example pilot, told her all.
Up went the hush'd amaze of hand and eye.
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66 THB PRINCESS;
But when I dwelt upon your old affiance,
She answered sharply that I talked astray.
I urged the fierce inscription on the gate.
And our three lires. True — ^we had limed ourselves
With open eyes, and we must take the chance.
But such extremes, I told her, well might harm
The woman's cause. " Not more than now," she said,
'* So puddled as it is with favouritism."
I tried the mother's heart. Shame might befal
Melissa, knowing, saying not she knew :
Her answer was " Leave me to deal wdth that."
I spoke of war to come and many deaths.
And she replied, her duty was to speak,
And duty duty, clear of consequences.
I grew discouraged. Sir ; but since I knew
No rock so hard but that a little wave
May beat admission in a thousand years,
I recommenced ; " Decide not ere you pause.
I find you here but in the second place.
Some say the third — the authentic foundress you.
I offer boldly : we will seat you highest :
Wink at our advent : help my prince to gain
His rightful bride, aud here I promise you
Some palace in out land, where yoa shall reign
The head and heart of all our fair she-world,
And ;our great name flow on with broadening time
For ever." Well, she balanced this a little,
And told me she woold answer as to-day,
Meantime be mute : thus much, nor more I gain'd.'
He ceasing, came a message from the Head.
' That afternoon the Princess rode to take
The dip of certain strata to the North.
Would we go with her ? we should find the land
Worth seeing ; and the river made a fall
Out yonder : ' then she pointed on to where
A doable hiU ran up his furrowy forks
Beyond the thick-leaved platans of the vale.
Agreed to, this, the day fled on thro' all
ItB range of duties to the appointed hour.
Then sammon'd to the porch we went. She stood
Among her maidens, higher by the head.
Her back against a pillar, her foot on one
6S THE PRHCCES? :
Of those tame leopards. Kittenlike he rolled
And paw*d about her sandal. I drew near ;
I gazed. On a sudden my strange seizure came
Upon me, the weird vision of our house :
The Princess Ida 8eem*d a hollow show,
Her gaj-furr'd cats a painted fantasy.
Her coUege and her maidens, empty masks.
And I myself the shadow of a dream.
For all things were and were not. Yet I felt
My heart beat thick with passion and with' awe ;
Then from my breast the involuntary sigh
Brake, as she smote me with the light of eyes
That lent my knee desire to kneel, and shook
My pulses, till to horse we got, and so
Went forth in long retinue following up
The river as it narrow'd to the hills.
I rode beside her and to me she said :
* friend, we trust that you esteem'd us not
Too harsh to your companion yestermorn ;
Unwillingly we spake.' ' No — not to her,'
I answer'd, * but to one of whom we spake
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Your Highness might have seem'd the thing yon say.'
' Again ? * she cried ' are you ambassadresses
From him to me ? we give you, being strange,
A license : speak, and let the topic die.*
I stammer'd that I knew him — could have wish'd —
* Our king expects — was there no precontract ?
There is no truer-hearted — ah, you seem
All he prefigured, and he could not see
The bird of passage flying south but long'd
To follow : surely, if your Highness keep
Your purport, you will shock him ev'n to death,
Or baser courses, children of despair.'
* Poor boy ' she said * can he not read — no books ?
Quoit, tennis, ball — no games ? nor deals in that
Which men delight in, martial exercise ?
To nurse a blind ideal like a girl,
Methinks he seems no better than a girl ;
As girls were once, as we ourselves have been :
We had our dreams ; perhaps he mixt with them :
We touch on our dead self, nor shun to do it,
70 THE PRINCESS ;
Being other-since we learnt our meaning here,
To lift the woman's /all'n divinity
Upon an even pedestal with man/
She paused, and added with a haughtier smile
' And as to precontracts, we move, my friend.
At no man's beck, but know ourselves and thee,
Yashti, noble Yashti ! Summon'd out
She kept her state, and left the drunken king
To brawl at Shushan underneath the palms.'
' Alas your Highness breathes full East,' I said,
' On that which leans to you. I know the Prince,
I prize his truth : and then how vast a work
To assail this gray preeminence of man !
You grant me license ; might I use it ? think ;
Ere half be done perchance your life may fail ;
Then comes the feebler heiress of your plan.
And takes and ruins all ; and thus your pains
May only make that footprint upon sskud
Which old-recurring waves of prejudice
Besmooth to nothing : might I dread that you,
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With only Fame for spouse and your great deeds
For issue, yet may live in vain, and miss,
Meanwhile, what every woman counts her due,
LoYe, children, happiness ? '
And she exclaimed,
* Peace, you young savage of the Northern wild !
What ! tho* your Prince's love were like a God's,
Have we not made ourself the sacrifice ?
You are bold indeed : we are not talk'd to thus :
Yet will we say for children, would they grew
Like field-flowers everywhere ! we like them well :
But children die ; and let me tell you, girl,
Howe'er you babble, great deeds cannot die :
They with the sun and moon renew their light
For ever, blessing those that look on them.
Children — ^that men may pluck them from our hearts.
Kill us with pity, break us with ourselves —
— children — there is nothing upon earth
More miserable than she that has a son
And sees him err : nor would we work for fame ;
Tho' she perhaps might reap the applause of Great,
Who learns the one pou sto whence after-hands
72 THE PRINCESS ;
May move the world, tho' she herself effect
But little : wherefore up and act, nor shrink
For fear our solid aim he dissipated
B31 frail successors. Would, indeed, we had heen,
In lieu of many mortal flies, a race
Of giants living, each, a thousand years.
That we might see our own work out, and watch
The sandy footprint harden into stone.'
I answered nothing, doubtful in myself
If that strange Poet-princess with her grand
Imaginations might at all be won.
And she broke out interpreting my thoughts
* No doubt we seem a kind of monster to you ;
We are used to that : for women, up till this
Cramp*d under worse than South- sea-isle taboo.
Dwarfs of the gynieceum, fail so far
In high desire, they know not, cannot guess
How much their welfare is a passion to us.
If we could give them surer, quicker proof —
Oh if our end were less achievable
A MBDLRT.
By slow approaches, than by single act
OF immolation, any phase of death.
We were as prompt to spring against the pikes.
Or down the fiery galf as talk of it,
To compass our dear sister's Uberties.'
She bow'd as if to veil a noWe tear ;
And up we came to where the river sloped
To plunge in cataract, shattering on black blocks
A breadth of thunder. O'er it shook the woods.
And danced the colour, and, below, stuck out
The bones of some vast bulk that lived and roar'd
Before man was. She gazed awhile and said,
' As these rude bones to us, are wo to her
That will be.' ' Dare we dream of that,' I aak'd,
' Which wrought us, as the workman and his work.
That practice betters ? ' 'How,' she cried, 'yoniove
The metaphysics ! read and earn our prize,
A golden broach : beneath an emerald piano
Sits Diotima, teaching him that died
Of hemlock ; our device ; wrought to the life ;
She rapt upon her subject, he on her :
74 THE PRINCESS ;
For there are schools for all.* ' And yet ' I said
' Methinks I have not found among them all
One anatomic* * Nay, we thought of that/
She answered, ' but it pleased us not : in truth
We shudder but to dream our maids should ape
Those monstrous males that carve the living hound,
And cram him with the fragments of the grave,
Or in the dark dissolving human heart,
And holy secrets of this microcosm.
Dabbling a shameless hand with shameful jest,
Encamalize their spirits : yet we know
Knowledge is knowledge, and this matter hangs :
Howbeit ourself^ foreseeing casualty,
Nor willing men should come among us, learnt,
For many weary moons before we came.
This craft of healing. Were you sick, ourself
Would tend upon you. To your question now,
Which touches on the workman and his work.
Let there be light and there was light : 'tis so ;
For was, and is, and will be, are but is ;
And all creation is one act at once.
The birth of light : but we that are not all.
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As parts, can see but parts, now this, now that,
And live, perforce, from thought to thought, and make
One act a phantom of succession : thus
Our weakness somehow shapes the shadow, Time ;
But in the shadow will we work, and mould
The woman to the fuller day.'
She spake
With kindled eyes : we rode a league beyond,
And o*er a bridge of pinewood crossing, came
On flowery levels underneath the crag.
Full of all beauty. ' how sweet ' I said
(For I was half-oblivious of my mask)
* To linger here with one that loved us.' * Yea '
She answer'd * or with fair philosophies
That lift the fancy ; for indeed these fields
Are lovely, lovelier not the Elysian lawns.
Where paced the Demigods of old, and saw
The soft white vapour streak the crowned towers
Built to the Sun : ' then, turning to her maids,
' Pitch our pavilion here upon the sward ;
Lay out the viands.' At the word, they raised
A tent of satin, elaborately wrought
A MKDLKY. 77
The bearded Victor of ten-thousand hymns,
And all the men moam*d at his side : bat we
Set forth to climb ; then, climbing, Cyril kept
With Psyche, with Melissa Florian, I
With mine affianced. Many a little hand
Glanced like a touch of sunshine on the rocks,
Many a light foot shone like a jewel set
In the dark crag : and then we tum'd, we wound
About the cliffs, the copses, out and in,
Hammering and clinking, chattering stony names
Of shale and hornblende, rag and trap and tuff.
Amygdaloid and trachyte, till the Sun
Grew broader toward his death and fell, and all
The rosy heights came out above the lawns.
THB FaiNCBSS ;
The Bplendoni blla on caatle walls
And snony Bimuuita old m wtorj :
The long li^t eltakes scross the lakes.
And the vild cataract leaps in gloiy.
Blow, bogle, blow, set the wild eohciea flying.
Blow, bogle ; answer, echoes, djing, djing, djing.
O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear.
And tliianer. clearer, farther going !
O sweet and far bom cliff and scar
The horns of Elfiand family blowing !
Blow, let us hear the purple glena replying :
Blow, bogle ; snswer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
A MBDLKY.
O love, thej die in yon rich sky.
They foint on hU) or field or river :
Our echoes roll from soul to soul.
And grow forever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set tlie wild echoes flying.
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
80 THE PRINCBSa ;
IV.
* There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,
If that hypothesis of theirs bo sound '
Said Ida ; ' let us down and rest ; ' and we
Down from the lean and wrinkled precipices,
By every coppice-feather*d chasm and cleft,
Dropt thro' the ambrosial gloom to where below
No bigger than o glow-worm shone the tent
Lamp-lit from the inner. Once she lean'd on me,
Descending ; once or twice she lent her hand,
And blissful palpitations in the blood,
Stirring a sudden transport rose and fell.
But when we planted level feet, and dipt
Beneath the satin dome and entered in,
There leaning deep in broider'd doTvn we sank
Our elbows : on a tripod in the midst
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A fragrant flame rose, and before us glow*d
Fruit, blossom, viand, amber wine, and gold.
Then she * Let some one sing to ns : lightlier move
The minutes fledged with music : ' and a maid,
Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang.
" Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
*' Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge ;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
'' Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
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82 THE PRINCESS ;
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
'' Dear as remembered kisses after death.
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others ; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ;
Death in Life, the days that are no more.*'
She ended with such passion that the tear.
She sang of, shook and fell, an erring pearl
Lost in her bosom : but with some disdain
Answer'd the Princess * If indeed there haunt
About the moulder*d lodges of the Past
So sweet a voice and vague, fatal to men.
Well needs it we should cram our ears with wool
And so pace by : but thine are fancies hatched
In silken-folded idleness ; nor is it
Wiser to weep a true occasion lost.
But trim our sails, and let old bygones be,
AMiile down the streams that float us each and all
To the issue, goes, like glittering bergs of ice,
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Throne after throne, and molten on the waste
Becomes a cloud : for all things serve their time
Toward that great year of equal mights and rights,
Nor would I fight with iron laws, in the end
Found golden : let the past be past ; let be
Their cancelFd Babels : tho' the rough kex break
The starred mosaic, and the wild goat hang
Upon the shaft, and the wild figtree split
Their monstrous idols, care not while we hear
A trumpet in the distance pealing news
Of better, and Hope, a poising eagle, bums
Above the unrisen morrow : ' then to me ;
* Know you no song of your own land,' she said,
' Not such as moans about the retrospect.
But deals with the other distance and the hues
Of promise ; not a death's-head at the wine.'
Then I remember'd one myself had made,
What time I watch'd the swallow winging south
From mine own land, part made long since, and part
Now while I sang, and maidenlike as far
As I could ape their treble, did I sing.
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* O t*^II her. SwaKow, thoa ihat knowes: each,
ThAt bright acd fierce and fickle is the Soatb,
And dark acd true and tender is the North.
' O Swallow, Swallow, if I could follow, and light
Upon her lattice, I would pipe and trill.
And cheep and twitter twenty million lores.
' O were I thon that she might take me in.
And lay me on her bosom, and her heart
Would rock the snowy cradle till I died.
* Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love.
Delaying as the tender ash delays
To clothe herself, when all the woods are green ?
* tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown
Say to her, I do but wanton in the South,
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But in the North long since my nest is made.
* tell her, brief is life but love is long,
And brief the sun of sunmier in the North,
And brief the moon of beauty in the South.
* Swallow, flying from the golden woods,
Fly to her, and pipe and woo her, and make her mine.
And tell her, tell her, that I follow thee.'
I ceased, and all the ladies, each at each.
Like the Ithacensian suitors in old time.
Stared with great eyes, and laugh'd with alien lips.
And knew not what they meant ; for still my voice
Bang false : but smiling ' Not for thee,' she said,
' Bulbul, any rose of Gulistan
Shall burst her veil : marsh-divers, rather, maid.
Shall croak thee sister, or the meadow-crake
Grate her harsh kindred in the grass : and this
A mere love-poem ! for such, my friend,
We hold them slight : they mind us of the time
When we made bricks in Egypt. Knaves are men,
86 THE PRINCESS ;
Tbat lute and flute fantastic tenderness,
And dress the victim to the oflfering up,
And paint the gates of Hell with Paradise,
And play the slave to gain the tyranny.
Poor soul ! I had a maid of honour once ;
She wept her true eyes blind for such a one,
A rogue of canzonets and serenades.
I loved her. Peace be with her. She is dead.
So they blaspheme the muse ! But great is song
Used to great ends : ourself have often tried
Valkyrian hjmns, or into rhythm have dash'd
The passion of the prophetess ; for song
Is duer unto freedom, force and growth
Of spirit than to junketing and love.
Love is it ? Would this same mock-love, and this
Mock-Hymen were laid up like winter bats.
Till all men grew to rate us at our worth.
Not vassals to be beat, nor pretty babes
To be dandled, no, but living wills, and sphered
Whole in ourselves and owed to none. Enough !
But now to leaven play with profit, you,
Know you no song, the true growth of your soil.
A MBDLBY.
That gives the manners of your countrywomen ? '
She spoke and torn'd her sumptuous head with eyes
Of shining expectation fixt on mine.
Then while I dragg'd my brains for such a song,
Cyril, with whom the bell-mouth'd flask had wrought,
Or mastered by the sense of sport, began
To troll a careless, careless tavern-catch
Of Moll and Meg, and strange experiences
Unmeet for ladies. Florian nodded at him,
I frowning ; Psyche flushed and wann'd and shook ;
The lilylike Melissa droop*d her brows ;
* Forbear ' the Princess cried ; * Forbear, Sir ' I ;
And heated thro* and thro' with wrath and love,
I smote him on the breast ; he started up ;
There rose a shriek as of a city sack'd ;
Melissa claipour'd * Flee the death ; ' ' To horse '
Said Ida ; ' home ! to horse ! ' and fled, as flies
A troop of snowy doves athwart the dusk,
When some one batters at the dovecote-doors,
Disorderly the women. Alone I stood
With Florian, cursing Cyril, vext at heart,
TUB FRINCBSS :
In the pavilion : there Uke pEtrting hopes
I heard them pasBing from me : hoof by hoof,
And everjr boof a knell to mj desires,
A MBDLBY. 89
Clanged on the bridge ; and then another shriek,
' The Head, the Head, the Princess, the Head ! *
For blind with rage she miss*d the plank, and roll'd
In the river. Out I sprang from glow to gloom :
There whirFd her white robe like a blossomed branch
Rapt to the horrible fiedl : a glance I gave.
No more ; but woman-vested as I was
Plunged ; and the flood drew ; yet I caught her ; then
Oaring one arm, and bearing in my left
The weight of all the hopes of half the world,
Strove to bufifet to land in vain. A tree
Was half-disrooted from his place and stoop'd
To drench his dark locks in the gurgling wave
Mid-channel. Right on this we drove and caught,
And grasping down the boughs I gain*d the shore.
There stood her maidens glimmeringly grouped
In the hollow bank. One reaching forward drew
My burthen from mine arms ; they cried * she lives ! '
They bore her back into the tent : but I,
So much a kind of shame within me wrought.
Not yet endured to meet her opening eyes.
THB PRINCESS ;
Nor found my frieudtt ; but push'd alone on foot
(For Bince her liorBO waa lost I left her mine)
AcroHH the woods, and less from Indian craft
A MEDLEY. 91
Than beelike instinct hiveward, found at lenp^tli
The garden portals. Two great statues, Art
And Science, Caryatids, lifted up
A weight of emblem, and betwixt were valves
Of open-work in which the hunter rued
His rash intrusion, manlike, but his brows
Had sprouted, and the branches thereupon
Spread out at top, and grimly spiked the gates.
A little space was left between the horns.
Thro' which I clamber'd o'er at top with pain,
Dropt on the sward, and up the linden walks,
And, tost on thoughts that changed from hue to hue.
Now poring on the glowworm, now the star,
I paced the terrace, till the bear had wheel'd
Thro' a great arc his seven slow suns.
A step
Of lightest echo, then a loftier form
Than female, moving thro' the uncertain gloom,
Disturb'd me with the doubt * if this were she.'
But it was Florian. ' Hist hist,' he said,
' They seek us : out so late is out of rules.
THE PRINCESS ;
Moreover " seize the Rtraii|;er8" is the cry.
How come you here ? ' I told him : ' I ' said he,
' Last of the train, a moral leper, I,
A MBDLBT. 98
To whom none spake, half-sick at heart, retum'd.
Arriving all confused among the rest
With hooded brows I crept into the hall,
And, couch'd behind a Judith, underneath
The head of Holofemes peep'd and saw.
Girl after girl was call'd to trial : each
Disclaimed all knowledge of us : last of all
Melissa : trust me. Sir, I pitied her.
She, questioned if she knew us men, at first
Was silent ; closer prest, denied it not :
And then, demanded if her mother knew.
Or Psyche, she affirm'd not, or denied :
From whence the Boyal mind, familiar with her.
Easily gather'd either guilt. She sent
For Psyche, but she was not there ; she call'd
For Psyche's child to cast it from the doors ;
She sent for Blanche to accuse her face to face ;
And I slipt out : but whither will you now ?
And where are Psyche, Cyril ? both are fled :
What, if together ? that were not so well.
Would rather we had never come ! I dread
His wildness, and the chances of the dark.*
94 THE PRINCESS ;
* And yet,' I said, * you wrong him more than I
That Btrnck him : this is proper to the clown,
Tho' smock'd, or furr'd and purpled, still the clown,
To harm the thing that trusts him, and to shame
That which he says he loves : for Cyril, however
He deal in frolic, as to-night — ^the song
Might have been worse and sinn*d in grosser lips
Beyond all pardon — as it is, I hold
These flashes on the surface are not he.
He has a solid base of temperament :
But as the waterlily starts and slides
Upon the level in little pufifs of wind,
Tho' anchor'd to the bottom, such is he.'
Scarce had I ceased when from a tamarisk near
Two Proctors leapt upon us, crying, * Names : '
He, standing still, was clutch'd ; but I began
To thrid the musky-circled mazes, wind
And double in and out the boles, and race
By all the fountains : fleet I was of foot :
Before me shower'd the rose in flakes ; behind
I heard the pufTd pursuer ; at mine ear
A MBDLBT. 95
Bubbled the nightingale and heeded not.
And secret laughter tickled all my soul.
At last I hook'd my ancle in a vine,
That claspt the feet of a Mnemosyne,
And falling on my face was caught and known.
They haled us to the Princess where she sat
High in the hall : above her droop'd a lamp,
And made the single jewel on her brow
Bum like the mystic fire on a mast-head.
Prophet of storm : a handmaid on each side
Bow'd toward her, combing out her long black hair
Damp from the river ; and close behind her stood
Eight daughters of the plough, stronger than men,
Huge women blowzed with health, and wind, and rain.
And labour. Each was like a Druid rock ;
Or like a spire of land that stands apart
Cleft from the main, and wail*d about with mews.
Then, as wo came, the crowd dividing clove
An advent to the throne ; and therebeside.
Half-naked as if caught at once from bed
96 TUB PRINCESS ;
And tumbled on the purple footcloth, lay
The lily-shining child ; and on the left,
Bow'd on her palms and folded up from wrong,
Her round white shoulder shaken with her sobs,
Melissa knelt ; but Lady Blanche erect
Stood up and spake, an affluent orator.
' It was not thus, Princess, in old days :
You prized my counsel, lived upon my lips :
I led you then to all the Castalies ;
I fed you with the milk of every Muse ;
I loved you like this kneeler, and you me
Your second mother : those were gracious times.
Then came your new friend : you began to change —
I saw it and grieved — ^to slacken and to cool ;
Till taken with her seeming openness
You tum*d your warmer currents all to her.
To me you froze : this was my meed for all.
Yet I bore up in part from ancient love.
And partly that I hoped to win you back.
And partly conscious of my own deserts.
And partly that you were my civil head,
And chiefly you were bom for something great,
Id which I might your fellow-worker be.
When time shonld eerre ; and thus a nohle scheme
98 THE PRINCESS;
Grew up from seed we two long since had sown ;
In us true growth, in her a Jonah's gourd,
Up in one night and due to sudden sun :
We took this palace ; but even from the first
You stood in your own light and darkened mine.
What student came but that you planed her path
To Lady Psyche, younger, not so wise,
A foreigner, and I your countrywoman,
I your old friend and tried, she new in aU ?
But still her lists were swell'd and mine were lean ;
Yet I bore up in hope she would be known :
Then came these wolves : they knew her : they endured,
Long-closeted with her the yestermom,
To tell her what they were, and she to hear :
And me none told : not less to an eve like mine,
A lidless watcher of the public weal.
Last night, their mask was patent, and my foot
Was to you : but I thought again : I fear*d
To meet a cold " We thank you, we shall hear of it
From Ladv Psvche : '* you had gone to her.
She told, perforce ; and winning easy grace.
No doubt, for sliirht delay, remam'd anion j: us
A MEDLBT. 99
In our young nursery still unknown, the stem
Less grain than touchwood, while my honest heat
Were all miscounted as malignant haste
.To push my rival out of place and power.
But public use required she should be known ;
And since my oath was ta'en for public use,
I broke the letter of it to keep the sense.
I spoke not then at first, but watch'd them well.
Saw that they kept apart, no mischief done ;
And yet this day (tho* you should hate me for it)
I came to tell you ; found that you had gone,
Ridd'n to the hills, she likewise : now, I thought.
That surely she will speak ; if not, then I :
Did she ? These monsters blazon'd what they were,
According to the coarseness of their kind.
For thus I hear ; and known at last (my work)
And full of cowardice and guilty shame,
I grant in her some sense of shame, she flies ;
And I remain on whom to wreak your rage,
I, that have lent my life to build up yours,
I that have wasted here health, wealth, and time,
And talents, I — ^you know it — I will not boast :
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100 THE PRINCESS ;
Dismiss me, and I prophesy your plan,
Divorced from my experience, will be chaff
For every gust of chance, and men will say
We did not know the real light, but chased
The wisp that flickers where no foot can tread.'
She ceased : the Princess answered coldly * Good
Your oath is broken : we dismiss you : go.
For this lost lamb (she pointed to the child)
Our mind is changed : we take it to ourselves,*
Thereat the Lady stretch'd a vulture throat,
And shot from crooked lips a haggard smile.
' The plan was mine. I built the nest ' she said
' To hatch the cuckoo. Rise ! * and stoop*d to updrag
Melissa : she, half on her mother propt,
Half-drooping from her, turn'd her face, and cast
A liquid look on Ida, full of prayer.
Which melted Florian's fancy as she hung,
A Niobean daughter, one arm out,
Appealing to the bolts of Heaven ; and while
We gazed upon her came a little stir
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About the doors, and on a sudden rush'd
Among uSy out of breath, as one pursued,
A woman-post in flying raiment. Fear
Stared in her eyes, and chalk'd her face, and wing'd
Her transit to the throne, whereby she fell
Delivering seal'd dispatches which the Head
Took half-amazed, and in her lion*s mood
Tore open, silent we with blind surmise
Regarding, while she read, till over brow
And cheek and bosom brake the wrathful bloom
As of some fire against a stormy cloud.
When the wild peasant rights himself, the rick
Flames, and his anger reddens in the heavens ;
For anger most it seem*d, while now her breast.
Beaten with some great passion at her heart,
Palpitated, her hand shook, and we heard
In the dead hush the papers that she held
Bustle : at once the lost lamb at her feet
Sent out a bitter bleating for its dam ;
The plaintive cry jarr'd on her ire ; she crushed
The scrolls together, made a sudden turn
As if to speak, but, utterance failing her.
102 THB PRINCESS ;
She whirrd them on to me, as who should say
* Read * and I read — ^two letters — one her sire's.
* Fair daughter, when we sent the Prince your way
We knew not your ungracious laws, which learnt,
We, conscious of what temper you are built,
Came all in haste to hinder wrong, but fell
Into his father's hands, who has this night,
You lying close upon his territory,
Slipt round and in the dark invested you,
And here he keeps me hostage for his son.'
The second was my father's running thus :
* You have our son : touch not a hair of his head :
Bender him up unscathed : give him your hand :
Cleave to your contract : tho' indeed we hear
You hold the woman is the better man ;
A rampant heresy, such as if it spread
Would make all women kick against their Lords
Thro' all the world, and which might well deserve
That we this night should pluck your palace down ;
And we will do it, unless you send us back
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Oar son, on the instant, whole.*
So far I read ;
And then stood up and spoke impetuously.
* not to pry and peer on your reserve,
But led by golden wishes, and a hope
The child of regal compact, did I break
Your precinct ; not a scomer of your sex
But venerator, zealous it should be
All that it might be : hear me, for I bear,
Tho' man, yet human, whatsoe'er your wrongs,
From the flaxen curl to the gray lock a life
Less mine than yours : my nurse would tell me of you ;
I babbled for you, as babies for the moon.
Vague brightness ; when a boy, you stoop'd to me
From all high places, lived in all fair lights.
Came in long breezes rapt from inmost south
And blown to inmost north ; at eve and dawn
With Ida, Ida, Ida, rang the woods ;
The leader wildswan in among the stars
Would clang it, and lapt in wreaths of glowworm light
The meUow breaker murmur'd Ida. Now,
104 THE PRINCESS ;
Because I would have reach'd you, had you been
Sphered up with Cassiopeia, or the enthroned
Persephone in Hades, now at length,
Those winters of abeyance all worn out,
A man I came to see you : but, indeed,
Not in this frequence can I lend fall tongue,
noble Ida, to those thoughts that wait
On you, their centre : let me say but this,
That many a famous man and woman, town
And landskip, have I heard of, after seen
The dwarfs of presage ; tho' when known, there grew
Another kind of beauty in detail
Made them worth knowing ; but in you I found
My boyish dream involved and dazzled down
And mastered, while that after-beauty makes
Such head from act to act, from hour to hour.
Within me, that except you slay me here,
According to your bitter statute-book,
1 cannot cease to follow you, as they say
The seal does music ; who desire you more
Than growing boys their manhood ; dying lips.
With many thousand matters left to do,
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The breath of life ; more than poor men wealth,
Than sick men health — ^yours, yours, not mine — ^but half
Without you ; with you, whole ; and of those halves
You worthiest ; and howe'er you block and bar
Your heart with system out from mine, I hold
That it becomes no man to nurse despair,
But in the teeth of clenched antagonisms
To follow up the worthiest till he die :
Yet that I came not all unauthorized
Behold your father's letter.'
On one knee
Kneeling, I gave it, which she caught, and dash'd
Unopen'd at her feet : a tide of fierce
Invectiye seem'd to wait behind her lips,
As waits a river level with the dam
Ready to burst and flood the world with foam :
And so she would have spoken, but there rose
A hubbub in the court of half the maids
Gathered together : from the illumined hall
Long lanes of splendour slanted o'er a press
Of snowy shoulders, thick as herded ewes,
And rainbow robes, and gems and gemlike eyes.
106 THE PRINCESS ;
And gold and golden heads ; they to and fro
Fluctuated, as flowers in storm, some red, some pale,
All open-mouth'd, all gazing to the light.
Some crying there was an army in the land.
And some that men were in the very walls,
And some they cared not ; till a clamour grew
As of a new-world Babel, woman-built.
And worse-confounded : high above them stood
The placid marble Muses, looking peace.
Not peace she looked, the Head : but rising up
Bobed in the long night of her deep hair, so
To the open window moved, remaining there
Fixt like a beacon-tower above the waves
Of tempest, when the crimson-rolling eye
Glares ruin, and the wild birds on the light
Dash themselves dead. She stretched her arms and call'd
Across the tumult and the tumult fell.
* What fear ye brawlers ? am not I your Head ?
On me, me, me, the storm first breaks : / dare
All these male thunderbolts : what is it ye fear ?
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Peace ! there are those to avenge us and they come :
If not, — myself were like enough, girls.
To unfurl the maiden banner of our rights,
And clad in iron burst the ranks of war.
Or, falling, protomartyr of our cause.
Die : yet I blame ye not so much for fear ;
Six thousand years of fear have made ye that
From which I would redeem ye : but for those
That stir this hubbub — ^you and you— I know
Your faces there in the crowd — to-morrow morn
We hold a great convention : then shall they
That love their voices more than duty, learn
With whom they deal, dismissed in shame to live
No wiser than their mothers, household 8tu£f,
Live chattels, mincers of each other's fame,
Full of weak poison, turnspits for the clown.
The drunkard's football, laughing-stocks of Time,
Whose brains are in their hands and in their heels,
But fit to flaunt, to dress, to dance, to thrum.
To tramp, to scream, to burnish, and to scour,
For ever slaves at home and fools abroad.'
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108 THE,PRINCESS ;
She, ending, waved her hands : thereat the crowd
Muttering, dissolved : then with a smile, that look'd
A stroke of cruel sunshine on the clifif.
When all the glens are drown'd in azure gloom
Of thunder-shower, she floated to us and said :
' You have done well and like a gentleman,
And like a prince : you have our thanks for all :
And you look well too in your woman's dress :
Well have you done and like a gentleman.
You saved our life : we owe you hitter thanks :
Better have died and spilt our bones in the flood —
Then men had said — ^but now — ^What hinders me
To take such bloody vengeance on you both ? —
Yet since our father — Wasps in our good hive.
You would-be quenchers of the light to be.
Barbarians, grosser than your native bears —
would I had his sceptre for one hour !
You that have dared to break our bound, and gull*d
Our servants, wrong'd and lied and thwarted us —
/ wed with thee ! / bound by precontract
Your bride, your bondslave ! not tho' all the gold
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That veins the world were packed to make your crown,
And every spoken tongue should lord you. Sir,
Your falsehood and yourself are hateful to us :
I trample on your offers and on you :
Begone : we will not look upon you more.
Here, push them out at gates.'
In wrath she spake.
Then those eight mighty daughters of the plough
Bent their broad faces toward us and addressed
Their motion : twice I sought to plead my cause,
But on my shoulder hung their heavy hands,
The weight of destiny : so from her face
They push'd us, down the steps, and thro' the court.
And with grim laughter thrust us out at gates.
We cross'd the street and gain'd a petty mound
Beyond it, whence we saw the lights and heard
The voices murmuring. While I listen'd, came
On a sudden the weird seizure and the doubt :
I seem'd to move among a world of ghosts ;
The Princess with her monstrous woman-guard,
The jest and earnest working side by side.
108 THE^PRINCESS ;
She, ending, waved her hands : thereat the crowd
Muttering, disBolved : then with a smile, that look'd
A stroke of cruel sunshine on the cliflF,
When all the glens are drown'd in azure gloom
Of thunder-shower, she floated to us and said :
' You have done well and like a gentleman,
And like a prince : you have our thanks for all :
And you look well too in your woman's dress :
Well haye you done and like a gentleman.
You saved our life : we owe you bitter thanks :
Better have died and spilt our bones in the flood —
Then men had said — but now — ^What hinders me
To take such bloody vengeance on you both ? —
Yet since our father — Wasps in our good hive.
You would-be quenchers of the light to be.
Barbarians, grosser than your native bears —
would I had his sceptre for one hour !
You that have dared to break our bound, and gull'd
Our servants, wrong'd and lied and thwarted us —
1 wed with thee ! I bound by precontract
Your bride, your bondslave ! not tho* all the gold
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That Yeins the world were pack'd to make your crown,
And every spoken tongue should lord you. Sir,
Your falsehood and yourself are hateful to us :
I trample on your offers and on you :
Begone : we will not look upon you more.
Here, push them out at gates.'
In wrath she spake.
Then those eight mighty daughters of the plough
Bent their broad faces toward us and address'd
Their motion : twice I sought to plead my cause,
But on my shoulder hung their heavy hands,
The weight of destiny : so from her face
They push'd us, down the steps, and thro' the court,
And with grim laughter thrust us out at gates.
We cross'd the street and gain'd a petty mound
Beyond it, whence we saw the lights and heard
The voices murmuring. While I listen'd, came
On a sudden the weird seizure and the doubt :
I seem'd to move among a world of ghosts ;
The Princess with her monstrous woman-guard.
The jest and earnest working side by side.
1 1 2 THE PRINCESS ;
The raillery, or grotesque, or false sablime —
Like one that wishes at a dance to change
The music — clapt her hands and cried for war,
Or some grand fight to kill and make an end :
And he that next inherited the tale
Half turning to the broken statue, said,
* Sir Balph has got your colours : if I prove
Your knight, and fight your battle, what for me ? *
It chanced, her empty glove upon the tomb
Lay by her like a model of her hand.
She took it and she flung it. ' Fight ' she said,
* And make us all we would be, great and good.*
He knightlike in his cap instead of casque,
A cap of Tyrol borrowed from the hall,
Arranged the favour, and assumed the Prince.
A MEDLEY. 118
V.
Now, scarce three paces measured firom the mound,
We stumbled on a stationary voice,
And ' Stand, who goes ? ' ' Two from the palace ' I.
' The second two : they wait,' he said, ' pass on ;
EUs Highness wakes : ' and one, that clash'd in arms,
By glimmering lanes and walls of canvas, led
Threading the soldier-city, till we heard
The drowsy folds of our great ensign shake
From blazon'd lions o'er the imperial tent
Whispers of war.
Entering, the sudden light
Dazed me half-blind : I stood and seem'd to hear.
As in a poplar grove when a light wind wakes
A lisping of the innumerous leaf and dies.
Each hissing in his neighbour's ear ; and then
A strangled titter, out of which there brake
114 THE PRINCESS ;
On all sides, clamouring etiquette to death
Unmeasured mirth ; while now the two old kings
Began to wag their baldness up and down,
The fresh young captains flashed their glittering teeth ^
The huge bush-bearded Barons heaved and blew,
And slain with laughter roll'd the gilded Squire.
At length my Sire, his rough cheek wet with tears.
Panted from weary sides * King, you are free !
We did but keep you surety for our son.
If this be he, — or a draggled mawkin, thou,
That tends her bristled grunters in the sludge : '
For I was drench'd with ooze, and torn with briers.
More crumpled than a poppy from the sheath,
And all one rag, disprinced from head to heel.
Then some one sent beneath his vaulted palm
A whispered jest to some one near him * Look,
He has been among his shadows.' * Satan take
The old women and their shadows ! (thus the King
Soared) make yourself a man to fight with men.
Go : Cyril told us all.*
As boys that slink
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From ferule and the trespass-chiding eye,
Away we stole, and transient in a trice
From what was left of faded woman-slough
To sheathing splendours and the golden scale
Of harness, issued in the sun, that now
Leapt from the dewy shoulders of the Earth,
And hit the northern hills. Here Cyril met us,
A little shy at first, but by and by
We twain, with mutual pardon ask'd and giyen
For stroke and song, resolder*d peace, whereon
Followed his tale. Amazed he fled away
Thro' the dark land, and later in the night
Had come on Psyche weeping : ' then we fell
Into your fathcr*s hand, and there she lies.
But will not speak, nor stir.*
He show'd a tent
A stone-shot off: we enter'd in, and there
Among piled arms and rough accoutrements.
Pitiful sight, wrapped in a soldier*s cloak.
Like some sweet sculpture draped from head to foot,
And pushed by rude hands from its pedestal.
All her fair length upon the ground she lay :
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108 THB,PRINCESS ;
She, ending, waved her hands : thereat the crowd
Muttering, dissolved : then with a snule, that look'd
A stroke of cruel sunshine on the cliff,
When all the glens are drown'd in azure gloom
Of thunder-shower, she floated to us and said :
' You have done well and like a gentleman.
And like a prince : you have our thanks for all :
And you look well too in your woman's dress :
Well have you done and like a gentleman.
You saved our life : we owe you bitter thanks :
Better have died and spUt our bones in the flood —
Then men had said — but now — ^What hinders me
To take such bloody vengeance on you both ? —
Yet since our father — Wasps in our good hive,
You would-be quenchers of the light to be,
Barbarians, grosser than your native bears —
would I had his sceptre for one hour !
You that have dared to break our bound, and gull'd
Our servants, wrong'd and lied and thwarted us —
1 wed with thee ! / bound by precontract
Your bride, your bondslave ! not tho' all the gold
A MEDLEY. 109
That veins the world were pack'd to make your crown,
And every spoken tongne should lord you. Sir,
Your falsehood and yourself are hateful to us :
I trample on your offers and on you :
Begone : we will not look upon you more.
Here, push them out at gates.'
In wrath she spake.
Then those eight mighty daughters of the plough
Bent their broad faces toward us and addressed
Their motion : twice I sought to plead my cause.
But on my shoulder hung their heavy hands,
The weight of destiny : so from her face
They push'd us, down the steps, and thro' the court,
And with grim laughter thrust us out at gates.
We cross'd the street and gain'd a petty mound
Beyond it, whence we saw the lights and heard
The voices murmuring. While I listened, came
On a sudden the weird seizure and the doubt :
I seem'd to move among a world of ghosts ;
The Princess with her monstrous woman-guard,
The jest and earnest working side by side.
118 THE PRINCESS;
For DOW will cruel Ida keep her back ;
And either she will die from want of care.
Or sicken with ill usage, when they say
The child is hers — for every little fault,
The child is hers ; and they will beat my girl
Remembering her mother : my flower !
Or they will take her, they will make her hard.
And she will pass me by in after-life
With some cold reverence worse than were she dead.
Ill mother that I was to leave her there.
To lag behind, scared by the cry they made,
The horror of the shame among them all :
But I will go and sit beside the doors.
And make a wild petition night and day,
Until they hate to hear me like a wind
Wailing for ever, till they open to me.
And lay my little blossom at my feet.
My babe, my sweet Aglal'a, my one child :
And I will take her up and go my way.
And satisfy my soul with kissing her :
Ah ! what might that man not deserve of mc,
Who gave me back my child ?' * Be comforted '
A MEDLEY. . 119
Said Cyril * you shall have it : ' but again
She veil'd her brows, and prone she sank, and so
Like tender things that being caught feign death,
Spoke not, nor stirr'd.
By this a murmur ran
Thro' all the camp and inward raced the scouts
With rumour of Prince Arac hard at hand.
We left her by the woman, and without
Found the gray kings at parle : and ' Look you' cried
My father ' that our compact be fulfilled :
You have spoilt this child ; she laughs at you and man :
She wrongs herself, her sex, and me, and him :
But red-faced war has rods of steel and fire ;
She yields, or war.*
Then Gama tum'd to me :
' We fear, indeed, you spent a stormy time
With our strange girl : and yet they say that still
You love her. Give us, then, your mind at large :
How say you, war or not?'
* Not war, if possible,
king,' I said, ' lest from the abuse of war.
The desecrated shrine, the trampled year.
120 THE PRINCESS ;
The smoiildermg homestead, and the household flower
Tom from the lintel — ^all the common wrong —
A smoke go up thro' which I loom to her
Three times a monster : now she lightens scorn
At him that mars her plan, hat then would hate
(And every voice she talk*d with ratify it.
And every face she look'd on justify it)
The general foe. More soluble is this knot.
By gentleness than war. I want her love.
What were I nigher this altho' we dash'd
Your cities into shards with catapults.
She would not love ; — or brought her chain'd, a slave.
The lifting of whose eyelash is my lord,
Not ever would she love ; but brooding turn
The book of scorn, till all my little chance
Were caught within the record of her wrongs,
And crush'd to death : and rather. Sire, than this
I would the old God of war himself were dead.
Forgotten, rusting on his iron hills,
Botting on some wild shore with ribs of wreck.
Or like an old-world mammoth bulk*d in ice.
Not to be molten out.'
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And roaghly spake
My father, * Tat, yoa know them not, the girls.
Boy, when I hear yoa prate I almost think
That idiot legend credible. Look you. Sir !
Man is the hanter ; woman is his game :
The sleek and shining creatures of the chase.
We hunt them for the beauty of their skins ;
They love us for it, and we ride them down.
Wheedling and siding with them ! Out ! for shame !
Boy, there's no rose that's half so dear to them
As he that does the thing they dare not do,
Breathing and sounding beauteous battle, comes
With the air of the trumpet round him, and leaps in
Among the women, snares them by the score
Flatter'd and fluster*d, wins, tho' dash*d with death
He reddens what he kisses : thus I won
Your mother, a good mother, a good wife,
Worth winning ; but this firebrand — gentleness
To such as her ! if Cyril spake her true.
To catch a dragon in a cherry net,
To trip a tigress with a gossamer.
Were wisdom to it.*
122 THE PRINCESS ;
* Yea but Sire/ I cried,
' Wild natures need wise curbs. The soldier ? No
What dares not Ida do that she should prize
The soldier ? I beheld her, when she rose
The yesternight, and storming in extremes
Stood for her cause, and flung defiance down
Gagelike to man, and had not shunn'd the death,
No, not the soldier's : yet I hold her, king.
True woman : but you clash them all in one.
That have as many differences as we.
The violet varies from the lily as far
As oak from elm : one loves the soldier, one
The silken priest of peace, one this, one that,
And some unworthily ; their sinless faith,
A maiden moon that sparkles on a sty,
Glorifying clown and satyr ; whence they need
More breadth of culture : is not Ida right ?
They worth it ? truer to the law within ?
Severer in the logic of a life ?
Twice as magnetic to sweet influences
Of earth and heaven ? and she of whom you speak,
My mother, looks as whole as some serene
A MBDLET. 123
Creation minted in the golden moods
Of sovereign artists ; not a thoaght, a toach,
Bat pure as lines of green that streak the white
Of the first snowdrop's inner leaves ; I say,
Not like the piebald miscellany, man,
Bursts of great heart and slips in sensual mire,
But whole and one : and take them all-in-all.
Were we ourselves but half as good, as kind,
As truthful, much that Ida claims as right
Had ne'er been mooted, but as frankly theirs
As dues of Nature. To our point : not war :
Lest I lose all.'
' Nay, nay, you spake but sense '
Said Oama. ' We remember love ourselves
In our sweet youth ; we did not rate him then
This red-hot iron to be shaped with blows.
You talk almost like Ida : she can talk ;
And there is something in it as you say :
But you talk kindlier : we esteem you for it. —
He seems a gracious and a gallant Prince,
I would he had our daughter : for the rest.
Our own detention, why, the causes weigh'd.
124 THB FB1NCB3S ;
Fatherly fears — ^yoa ased ub courteously —
We would do much to gratify your Prince —
We pardon it ; and for your ingress here
Upon the skirt and fringe of our fEiir land,
You did bat come as goblins in the night.
Nor in the furrow broke the ploughman's head.
Nor burnt the grange, nor buss'd the milHng-maid,
Kor robb'd the &rmer of his bowl of cream :
But let your Prince {our royal word upon it.
He comes back safe) ride with ub to our lines,
And speak with Arac : Arac's word is thrice
As ours with Ida ; something may be done —
I know not what — and ours shall aee na friends.
You, likewise, our late guestB, if so you will,
oUow ua : who knows ? we four may buUd some plan
I'oursquare to opposition.'
Here he reach'd
^"^ l^^ds of farewell to my sire, who gT.>wrd
•^-^-er which, half-muffled in his beard,
^t so much out »
""■ »a gave us leave to go.
A MEDLEY. 125
Beneath huge trees, a thousand rings of Spring
In every bole, a song on every spray
Of birds that piped their Valentines, and woke
Desire in me to infuse my tale of love
In the old king's ears, who promised help, and oozed
All o'er with honey'd answer as we rode ;
And blossom-fragrant slipt the heavy dews
Gather*d by night and peace, with each light air
On our mail'd heads : but other thoughts than Peace
Burnt in us, when we saw the embattled squares.
And squadrons of the Prince, trampling the flowers
With clamour : for among them rose a cry
As if to greet the king ; they made a halt ;
The horses yell'd ; they clash'd their arms ; the drum
Beat ; merrily-blowing shrill'd the martial fife ;
And in the blast and bray of the long horn
And serpent-throated bugle, undulated
The banner : anon to meet us lightly pranced
Three captains out ; nor ever had I seen
Such thews of men : the midmost and the highest
Was Arac : all about his motion clung
The shadow of his sister, as the beam
126 THE PRINCBSa;
Of the East, that play'd upon them, made them glance
Like those three stars of the aiiy Giant's zone,
That glitter bomish'd by the firosty dark ;
And as the fiery Sirias alters hue.
And bickers into red and emerald, shone
Their morions, wash'd with morning, as they came.
And I that prated peace, when first I heard
War-masic, felt the blind wildbeast of force,
Whose home is in the sinews of a man.
Stir in me as to strike : then took the king
His three broad sons ; with now a wandering hand
And now a pointed finger, told them all :
A common light of smiles at oar disgoise
Broke from their lips, and, ere the windy jest
Had laboar*d down within his ample lungs,
The genial giant, Arac, roU'd himself
Thrice in the saddle, then burst out in words.
' Our land invaded, 'sdeath ! and he himself
Your captive, yet my father wills not war :
And, 'sdoath ! myself, what care I, war or no ?
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Bnt then this question of your troth remains :
And there's a downright honest meaning in her ;
She flies too high, she flies too high ! and yet
She ask'd bnt space and fairplay for her scheme ;
She prest and prest it on me— I myself,
What know I of these things ? bat, life and sonl !
I thought her half-right talking of her wrongs ;
I say she flies too high, *sdeath ! what of that ?
I take her for the flower of womankind.
And so I often told her, right or wrong,
And, Prince, she can be sweet to those she loves.
And, right or wrong, I care not : this is all,
I stand upon her side : she made me swear it —
'Sdeath — and with solenm rites by candle-light —
Swear by St. something — ^I forget her name —
Her that talk'd down the fifty wisest men ;
She was a princess too ; and so I swore.
Come, this is all ; she will not : waive your claim :
If not, the foughten field, what else, at once
Decides it, 'sdeath ! against my father's will.'
I lagg'd in answer loth to render up
128 THE PRINCBSS ;
My precontract, and loth by brainless war
To cleave the rift of difference deeper yet ;
Till one of those two brothers, half aside
And fingering at the hair about his lip.
To prick us on to combat * Like to like !
The woman's garment hid the woman's heart.'
A taunt that clench'd his purpose like a blow !
For fiery-short was Cyril's counter-scoff,
And sharp I answer'd,. touch'd upon the point
Where idle boys are cowards to their shame,
* Decide it here : why not ? we are three to three.'
Then spake the third ' But three to three ? no more ?
No more, and in our noble sister's cause ?
More, more, for honour : every captain waits
Hungry for honour, angry for his king.
More, more, some fifty on a side, that each
May breathe himself, and quick ! by overthrow
Of these or those, the question settled die.'
* Yea' answer'd I * for this wild wreath of air.
This flake of rainbow flying on the highest
A MEDLBT. 129
Foam of men^s deeds — this honour, if ye will.
It needs must be for honour if at all :
Since, what decision ? if we fail, we fail.
And if we win, we fail : she would not keep
Her compact.' * 'Sdeath ! but we will send to her,'
Said Arac, ' worthy reasons why she should
Bide by this issue : let our missive thro'.
And you shall have her answer by the word.'
* Boys I ' shrieked the old king, but vainlier than a hen
To her false daughters in the pool ; for none
Begarded ; neither seem'd there more to say :
Back rode we to my father's camp, and found
He thrice had sent a herald to the gates.
To learn if Ida yet would cede our claim.
Or by denial flush her babbling wells
With her own people's life : three times he went :
The first, he blew and blew, but none appear'd :
He batter'd at the doors ; none came : the next.
An awful voice within had wam'd him thence :
The third, and those eight daughters of the plough
Came sallying thro' the gates, and caught his hair.
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130 THE PRINCESS ;
And 80 belaboor'd him on rib and cheek
They made him wild : not less one glance he caught
Thro' open doors of Ida 8tation*d there
Unshaken, clinging to her purpose, firm
Tho' compass'd by two armies and the noise
Of arms ; and standing like a stately Pine
Set in a cataract on an island-crag.
When storm is on the heights, and right and left
Suck'd from the dark heart of the long hills roll
The torrents, dash*d to the vale : and yet her will
Bred will in me to overcome it or fall.
But when I told the king that I was pledged
To fight in tourney for my bride, he clash'd
His iron palms together with a cry ;
Himself would tilt it out among the lads :
But overborne by aU his bearded lords
With reasons drawn from age and state, perforce
Ho yielded, wroth and red, with fierce demur :
And many a bold knight started up in heat,
And sware to combat for my claim till death.
A MEDLEY. 181
All on this side the palace ran the field
Flat to the garden- wall : and likewise here.
Above the garden's glowing blossom-belts,
A column'd entry shone and marble stairs,
And great bronze valves, emboss'd with Tomyris
And what she did to Cyrus after fight^
But now fast barr'd : so here upon the flat
All that long mom the lists were hammer'd up,
And all that mom the heralds to and fro.
With message and defiance, went and came ;
Last, Ida's answer, in a royal hand.
But shaken here and there, and rolling words
Oration-like. I kiss'd it and I read.
* brother, you have known the pangs we felt,
What heats of indignation when we heard
Of those that iron-cramp'd their women's feet ;
Of lands in which at the altar the poor bride
Oives her harsh groom for bridal-gift a scourge ;
Of living hearts that crack within the fire
Where smoulder their dead despots ; and of those,-
Mothers, — ^that, all prophetic pity, fling
132 THB PRINCESS ;
Their pretty maids in the running flood, and swoops
The Yultore, beak and talon, at the heart
Made for all noble motion : and I saw
That equal baseness lived in sleeker times
With smoother men : the old leaven leaven'd all :
Millions of throats would bawl for civil rights,
No woman named : therefore I set my face
Against all men, and lived but for mine own.
Far off from men I built a fold for them :
I stored it full of rich memorial :
I fenced it round with gallant institutes.
And biting laws to scare the beasts of prey.
And prosper'd ; till a rout of saucy boys
Brake on us at our books, and marr'd our peace,
Mask'd like our maids, blustering I know not what
Of insolence and love, some pretext held
Of baby troth, invalid, since my will
Seal'd not the bond — the striplings ! — ^for their sport !
I tamed my leopards : shall I not tame these ?
Or you ? or I ? for since you think me touched
In honour — what, I would not aught of falsi
Is not our cause pure ? and whereas I know
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Yonr prowess, Arac, and what mother's blood
You draw from, fight ; you failing, I abide
What end soever : fail you will not. Still
Take not his life : he risk'd it for my own ;
His mother lives : yet whatsoe'er you do,
Fight and fight well ; strike and strike home. dear
Brothers, the woman's Angel guards you, you
The sole men to be mingled with our cause.
The sole men we shall prize in the after-time.
Your very armour hallow'd, and your statues
Bear'd, sung to, when this gad-fly brush'd aside.
We plant a solid foot into the Time,
And mould a generation strong to move
With claim on claim firom right to right, till she
Whose name is yoked with children's, know herself;
And Knowledge in our own land make her free.
And, ever following those two crowned twins.
Commerce and conquest, shower the fiery grain
Of freedom broadcast over all that orbs
Between the Northern and the Southern mom.'
Then came a postscript dash'd across the rest.
134 THE PRINCESS ;
' See that there be no traitors in your camp :
We seem a nest of traitors — none to trast
Since our arms fail'd — ^this Egypt-plague of men !
Ahnost our maids were better at their homes.
Than thus man-girdled here : indeed I think
Our chiefest comfort is the little child
Of one unworthy mother ; which she left :
She shall not have it back : the child shall grow
To prize the authentic mother of her mind.
I took it for an hour in mine own bed
This morning : there the tender orphan hands
Felt at my heart, and seem*d to charm from thence
The wrath I nursed against the world : farewell.'
I ceased ; he said : ' Stubborn, but she may sit
Upon a king's right hand in thunder-storms,
And breed up warriors ! See now, tho' yourself
Be dazzled by the wildfire Love to sloughs
That swallow common sense, the spindling king.
This Gama swamp'd in lazy tolerance.
When the man wants weight, the woman takes it up.
And topples down the scales ; but this is fixt
A MRDLKY. 135
As are the roots of earth and base of all ;
Man for the field and woman for the hearth :
Man for the sword and for the needle she :
Man with the head and woman with the heart :
Man to command and woman to obey ;
All else confusion. Look you ! the gray mare
Is ill to Uve with, when her whinny shrills
From tile to scullery, and her small goodman
Shrinks in his arm-chair while the fires of Hell
Mix with his hearth : but you — she 's yet a colt —
Take, break her : strongly groom'd and straitly curb'd
She might not rank with those detestable
That let the bantling scald at home, and brawl
Their rights or wrongs like potherbs in the street.
They say she's comely; there's the fairer chance :
I like her none the less for rating at her !
Besides, the woman wed is not as we,
But suffers change of frame. A lusty brace
Of twins may weed her of her folly. Boy,
The bearing and the training of a child
Is woman's wisdom.'
Thus the hard old king :
136 THE PRINCESS ;
I took my leaye, for it was nearly noon :
I pored npon her letter which I held,
And on the little clause ' take not his life : *
I mused on that wild morning in the woodSy
And on the * Follow, follow, thou shalt win : *
I thought on all the wrathful king had said.
And how the strange betrothment was to end :
Then I remember'd that burnt sorcerer's curse
That one should fight with shadows and should fiedl ;
And like a flash the weird affection came :
King, camp and college tum*d to hollow shows ;
I seem'd to move in old memorial tilts.
And doing battle with forgotten ghosts.
To dream myself the shadow of a dream :
And ere I woke it was the point of noon.
The lists were ready. Empanoplied and plumed
We enter'd in, and waited, fifty there
Opposed to fifty, till the trumpet blared
At the barrier like a wild horn in a land
Of echoes, and a moment, and once more
The trumpet, and again : at which the storm
Of galloping hoofs bare on the ridge of spears
A MEDLEY. 137
And riders front to front, until they closed
In conflict with the crash of shivering points,
And thunder. Yet it seem'd a dream, I dream'd
Of fighting. On his haunches rose the steed.
And into fiery splinters leapt the lance,
And out of stricken helmets sprang the fire.
Part sat like rocks : part reel'd but kept their seats :
Part rolled on the earth and rose again and drew :
Part stumbled mixt with floundering horses. Down
From those two bulks at Arac*s side, and down
From Arac's arm, as from a giant's flail.
The large blows rain'd, as here and everywhere
He rode the mellay, lord of the ringing lists,
And all the plain, — brand, mace, and shaft, and shield —
Shocked, like an iron-clanging anvil bang*d
With hammers ; till I thought, can this be he
From Gama's dwarfish loins ? if this be so.
The mother makes us most — and in my dream
I glanced aside, and saw the palace-front
Alive with fluttering scarfs and ladies' eyes.
And highest, among the statues, statuelike.
Between a cymbal'd Miriam and a Jael,
13d THE PRINCESS;
With Psyche*s babe, was Ida watching us,
A single band of gold about her hair,
Like a Saint* s gloiy np in heaven : but she
No saint — inexorable — no tenderness —
Too hard, too croel : yet she sees me fight,
Yea, let her see me faU ! with that I drave
Among the thickest and bore down a Prince,
And Cyril, one. Yea, let me make my dream
All that I would. But that large-moulded man.
His visage all agrin as at a wake,
Made at me thro' the press, and, staggering back
With stroke on stroke the horse and horseman, came
As comes a pillar of electric cloud,
Flaying the roofs and sucking up the drains.
And shadowing*down the champain till it strikes
On a wood, and takes, and breaks, and cracks, and splits.
And twists the grain with such a roar that Earth
Reels, and the herdsmen cry ; for everything
Gave way before him : only Florian, he
That loved me closer than his own right eye.
Thrust in between ; but Arac rode him down :
And Cyril seeing it, push'd against the Prince,
With PHyche's colour round his helmet, tonfrh,
Strong, supple, Binew-corded, apt at anns ;
Bnt ton^her, heavier, stronger, he that smote
140 THE PRINCESS;
And threw him : last I spurr'd ; I felt my yeins
Stretch with fierce heat ; a moment hand to hand,
And sword to sword, and horse to horse we hung,
Till I struck out and shonted ; the blade glanced ;
I did but shear a feather, and dream and truth
Flowed from me ; darkness closed me ; and I fell.
Hume they brought her warrior dend :
She nor swoon'd, nor utter'd cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
' She must weep or she will die'
Then they praised him, soft and low,
Call'd him worthy to be loved,
Tmest friend and noblest foe ;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.
Stole A maiden from her place.
Lightly to the wanioc slept.
Took the foce'cloth from the face ;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.
142 THE PRINCESS;
Rose a nurse of ninety years.
Set his child upon her knee-
Like summer tempest came her tears-
* Sweet my child, I live for thee.'
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VI.
My dream had never died or lived again.
As in some mystic middle state I lay ;
Seeing I saw not, hearing not I heard :
Tho\ if I saw not, yet they told me all
So often that I speak as having seen.
For so it seem'd, or so they said to me,
That all things grew more tragic and more strange ;
That when our side was vanquish*d and my cause
For ever lost, there went up a great cry,
The Prince is slain. My father heard and ran
In on the lists, and there unlaced my casque
And grovell'd on my body, and after him
Came Psyche, sorrowing for Aglafo.
But high upon the palace Ida stood
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Our <aMmii(JH huvo falFn, have falFn : they struck;
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With their own blows they hurt themselves, nor knew
There dwelt an iron nature in the grain :
The guttering axe was broken in their arms,
Their arms were shattered to the shoulder blade.
' Our enemies have fall'n, but this shall grow
A night of Summer from the heat, a breadth
Of Autumn, dropping fruits of power ; and roU'd
With music in the growing breeze of Time,
The tops shall strike from star to star, the fangs
Shall move the stony bases of the world.
' And now, maids, behold our banctuaiy
Is violate, our laws broken : fear we not
To break them more in their behoof, whose arms
Ghampion'd our cause and won it with a day
Blanch'd in our annals, and perpetual feast.
When dames and heroines of the golden year
Shall strip a hundred hollows bare of Spring,
To rain an April of ovation round
Their statues, borne aloft, the three : but come.
We will be liberal, since our rights are won.
146 THB PKINCBSS ;
Let them not lie in the tents with coarse mankind,
HI nurses ; but descend, and proffer these
The brethren of our blood and cause, that there
Lie bruised and maim*d, the tender ministries
Of female hands and hospitality.*
She spoke, and with the babe yet in her arms,
Descending, burst the great bronze yalyes, and led
A hundred maids in train across the Park.
Some cowFd, and some bare-headed, on they came,
Their feet in flowers, her loyeliest : by them went
The enamour'd air sighing, and on their curls
From the high tree the blossom wavering fell.
And over them the tremulous isles of light
Slided, they moving under shade : but Blanche
At distance followed : so they came : anon
Thro' open field into the lists they wound
Timorously ; and as the leader of the herd
That holds a stately fretwork to the Sun,
And followed up by a hundred airy does,
Steps with a tender foot, light as on air.
The lovely, lordly creature floated on
A MEDLEY. 147
To where her wounded brethren lay ; there stayed ;
Knelt on one knee, — the child on one, — and prest
Their hands, and calFd them dear deliverers,
And happy warriors, and immortal names,
And said ' You shall not lie in the tents but here.
And nursed by those for whom you fought, and served
With female hands and hospitality.'
Then, whether moved by this, or was it chance,
She past my way. Up started from my side
The old lion, glaring with his whelpless eye,
Silent ; but when she saw me lying stark,
Dishelm*d and mute, and motionlessly pale,
Cold ev*n to her, she sigh'd ; and when she saw
The haggard father's face and reverend beard
Of grisly twine, all dabbled with the blood
Of his own son, shudder'd, a twitch of pain
Tortured her mouth, and o'er her forehead past
A shadow, and her hue changed, and she said :
' He saved my life : my brother slew him for it'
No more : at which the king in bitter scorn
Drew from my neck the painting and the tress.
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148 THR PRINCES'^;
And held them up : she saw them, and a day
Rose from the distance on her memory.
When the good Qaeen, her mother, shore the tress
With kisses, ere the days of Lady Bhmche :
And then once more she look*d at my pale face :
Till understanding all the foolish work
Of Fancy, and the bitter close of all,
Her iron will was broken in her mind ;
Her noble heart was molten in her breast ;
She bow'd, she set the child on the earth ; she laid
A feeling finger on my brows, and presently
' Sire,' she said, ' he lives : he is not dead :
let me have him with my brethren here
In our own palace : we will tend on him
Like one of these ; if so, by any means,
To lighten this great clog of thanks, that make
Our progress falter to the woman's goal.'
She said : but at the happy word ' he lives '
My father stoop'd, re-father'd o'er my wounds.
So those two foes above my fallen life.
With brow to brow like night and evening mixt
Their dark and gray, while Psyche ever stole
A little nearer, till the babe that by as,
150 THB PRINCESS;
HalMapt in glowing gauze and golden brede.
Lay like a new-fall'n meteor on the grass,
Uucared for, spied its mother and began
A blind and babbling laughter, and to dance
Its body, and reach its fatling innocent arms
And lazy lingering fingers. She the appeal
Brook'd not, but clamouring out * Mine — mine — not yours.
It is not yours, but mine : give me the child'
Ceased all on tremble : piteous was the cry :
So stood the unhappy mother open-mouth'd,
And turned each face her way : wan was her cheek
With hollow watch, her blooming mantle torn,
Red grief and mother's hunger in her eye.
And down dead-heavy sank her curls, and half
The sacred mother's bosom, panting, burst
The laces toward her babe ; but she nor cared
Nor knew it, clamouring on, till Ida heard,
Look'd up, and rising slowly from me, stood
Erect and silent, striking with her glance
The mother, me, the child ; but he that lay
Beside us, Cyril, batter'd as he was,
Traird himself up on one knee : then he drew
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Her robe to meet his lips, and down she look'd
At the arm'd man sideways, pitying, as it seem'd.
Or self-inyolved ; but when she learnt his face,
Remembering his iU-omen'd song, arose
Once more thro' all her height, and o'er him grew
Tall as a figure lengthen'd on the sand
When the tide ebbs in sunshine, and he said :
' fair and strong and terrible ! Lioness
That with your long locks play the Lion's mane !
But Love and Nature, these are two more terrible
And stronger. See, your foot is on our necks,
We yanquish'd, you the Victor of your will.
What would you more ? give her the child ! remain
Orb'd in your isolation : he is dead,
Or all as dead : henceforth we let you be :
Win you the hearts of women ; and beware
Lest, where you seek the common love of these.
The common hate with the reyolving wheel
Should drag you down, and some great Nemesis
Break from a darken'd future, crown'd with fire,
And tread you out for ever : but howsoe'er
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We two mnst part : and yet how fain was I
To dream thy cause embraced in mine^ to think
I might be something to thee, when I felt
Thy helpless warmth about my barren breast
In the dead prime : but may thy mother prove
As true to thee as false, false, false to me !
And, if thou needs must bear the yoke, I wish it
Gentle as freedom ' — ^here she kiss'd it : then —
' All good go with thee ! take it Sir ' and so
Laid the soft babe in his hard-mailed hands,
Who tum'd half-round to Psyche as she sprang
To meet it, with an eye that swum in thanks ;
Then felt it sound and whole from head to foot.
And hugg'd and never hugg'd it close enough.
And in her hunger mouth'd and mumbled it,
And hid her bosom with it ; after that
Put on more calm and added suppliantly ;
* We two were friends : I go to mine own land
For ever : find some other : as for me
I scarce am fit for your great plans : yet speak to mo.
Say one soft word and let me part forgiven.*
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No ! tbo' yonr father snes : see bow you stand
Stiff as Lot's wife, and all the good knights maim*d,
I trust that there is no one hurt to death,
For your wild whim : and was it then for this,
Was it for this we gave our palace up,
Where we withdrew from summer heats and state,
And had our wine and chess beneath the planes.
And many a pleasant hour with her that's gone.
Ere you were bom to vex us ? Is it kind ? .
Speak to her I say : is this not she of whom,
When first she came, all flushed you said to me
Now had you got a friend of your own age.
Now could you share your thought ; now should men see
Two women faster welded in one love
Than pairs of wedlock ; she you walk'd with, she
You talk*d with, whole nights long, up in the tower,
Of sine and arc, spheroid and azimuth,
And right ascension, Heaven knows what ; and now
A word, but one, one little kindly word.
Not one to spare her : out upon you, flint !
You love nor her, nor me, nor any ; nay,
You shame your mother's judgement too. Not one ?
Yx, wZI z.: ? wc3 — ni> heart have jou, or sneli
Jl5 ^" *-'■=< like UM Tonin in a not
Hi^ frti:^ aH u> d:i>t anJ bittoness.*
>. svii tlr: >^..iT. kin* m-jTed bevond his wont.
? i: I 1a ^•-..•.•i ZL .-r sjoke, drain'd of her force
F T " i-T A vxn-lz^ iid-cnce and so lon^.
r^:'rt Cr " Lr:* Iir:i':> a dnxiping languor wept :
Kir 1-i.i % l::tir *:-:-; : anl on her month
A i- ::' :f^ fr-.jg ixrl: like a cloaded moon
In a >:l1I -ajkrcr: tit in Iraiktr oat my sire
Lf:.::^ Ll> jrlzi rt^i fr."*Ei iht wounds. ' O von,
V". niin. ^l.in w^c il-Tijl: woman even now,
Aiu: ^.rv lil: :\^l\i u l^: v^'U t^-nd our son,
Ixviu-^*: Ix* i;i:^l: Iay^ wisli'd it — l»iit we see
n.o avXMv.'l::^* vf v,ur ni-iuiitss unfonriven,
Ar.xl :I.:v.k :l.i: \ . u ni:_:lt mix his draught with death,
NV*ur» Av^ur skit 5 *.i..ir:^e i-r.*ia : the rou<jher hand
U ^^tVr: ou u* ;l.t tturs: t^kv up the Prince/
Ho \v^v\ ,>ir.a tv\.> i^ivh oar %vas prick'd to attend
V K twjvs.^ o.^,' f;;^x ol.^ud thAt dimm'd her broke
A MEDLEY. 157
A genial warmth and light once more, and shone
Thro' glittering drops on her sad friend.
' Come hither,
Psyche/ she cried oat, ' embrace me, come^
Quick while I melt ; make reconcilement sure
With one that cannot keep her mind an hour :
Gome to the hollow heart they slander so !
Kiss and be friends, like children being chid !
/ seem no more : / want forgiveness too :
1 should have had to do with none but maids.
That have no links with men. Ah false but dear,
Dear traitor, too much loved, why ? — ^why ? — ^Yet see,
Before these kings we embrace you yet once more
With all forgiveness, all oblivion.
And trust, not love, you less.
And now, Sire,
Grant me your son, to nurse, to wait upon him.
Like mine own brother. For my debt to him.
This nightmare weight of gratitude, I know it ;
Taunt me no more : yourself and yours shall have
Free adit ; we will scatter all our maids
Till happier times each to her proper hearth :
159 THE PRLVCKSS :
What use to keep them here now ? gmnt niv prayer.
Help, father, brother, help ; speak to the king :
Thaw this male nature to some touch of that
Which kills me with myself, and drags me down
From mj fixt height to mob me up with all
The soft and milky rabble of womankind.
Poor weakling ey'n as they are/
Passionate tears
FoUow'd : the king replied not : Cyril said :
* Your brother, Lady, — Florian, — ask for him
Of your great head — for he is wounded too —
That you may tend upon him with the prince.'
* Ay so,* said Ida with a bitter smile,
* Our laws are broken : let him enter too/
Then Violet, she that sang the mournful song.
And had a cousin tumbled on the plain.
Petitioned too for him. * Ay so,' she said,
* I statgger in the stream : I cannot keep
My hoart an eddy from the brawling hour :
Wo Uit>iik our laws with ease, but let it be.'
* A^Y 5^^ ?* ^d Blanche : ' Amazed am I to hear
Wmr UiVhnoss: but vour Highness breaks with ease
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The law your Highness did not make : 'twas I.
I had been wedded wife, I knew mankind,
And blocked them oat ; but these men came to woo
Your Highness — ^verily I think to win.'
So she, and tum'd askance a wintry eye :
But Ida with a voice, that like a bell
ToU'd by an earthquake in a trembling tower,
Bang ruin, answer'd full of grief and scorn.
' Fling our doors wide ! all, all, not one, but all,
Not only he, but by my mother's soul.
Whatever man lies wounded, friend or foe,
Shall enter, if he will. Let our girls flit,
Till the storm die ! but had you stood by us.
The roar that breaks the Pharos from his base
Had left us rock. She fain would sting us too,
But shall not. Pass, and mingle with your likes.
We brook no further insult but are gone.'
She turn'd ; the very nape of her white neck
Was rosed with indignation : but the Prince
Brt InMltm^ cmiatr : ih^ kmg her
E-r »..Tizidcrd *..&-■ will wt.nfc: m
>-.jwl.; to ti* drtars : to them the <
or.*:.:!.;. »id in the Vft5t»J entfr shriet'd
Tirf Tirrir tt'- ^ > nuder £iod heeJs :
.t i ..:: U.-.T mc.v*^ «,d p»il.-d the lull, «id there
I:,<.-3 : 1=1 trrwt tLff «TOsh »«s. "d egch base,
T.. «ft »Ld rk-hi. of tbos« tall eolonms drowu'd
In silkts C^rtcation mod the swarm
of r,E;»k whispeitre: st the farther end
Wis 1^ tv the throce, the two great cats
Cl.-?r 1-T her. like snpporters od m shield,
B^.w-limf k'd with fear : but in the centre stood
The ci'immoD men with rollliig eyes ; amawa
Tbej glared apoD the women, and aghast
The women stared at these, all silent, save
When aimonr clash'd or jingled, while the dav,
IVseending. stmck athwart the hall, and shot
A flving splendour ont of brass and steel,
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That o'er the statues leapt from head to head,
Now fired an angry Pallas on the helm,
Now set a wrathful Dian's moon on flame,
And now and then an teho started up,
And shuddering fled from room to room, and died
Of fright in far apartments.
Then the voice
Of Ida sounded, issuing ordinance :
And me they bore up the broad stairs, and thro*
The long-laid galleries past a hundred doors
To one deep chamber shut from sound, and due
To languid limbs and sickness ; left me in it ;
And others otherwhere they laid ; and all
That afternoon a sound arose of hoof
And chariot, many a maiden passing home
Till happier times ; but some were left of those
Held sagest, and the great lords out and in,
From those two hosts that lay beside the walls,
Walk'd at their will, and eyerything was changed.
THK P11>._-ESS ;
Ask me no more : the moon ma; draw the sea ;
The clond nuj- stoop Erom heaven and tnke the shape-
With fold lo fold, of mooDluu or of cape :
Bnt O too fond, when hare I anawer'd thee ?
Ask me no more : what answer should I give ?
I love not hollow cheek or faded eye :
Yot, my &4end, I will not have thee die !
Auk me no more, lest I shonld bid thee live :
Aak me no more.
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168
Ask me no more : thy fate and mine are seal'd
I strove against the stream and all in vain :
Let the great river take me to the main :
No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield ;
Ask me no more.
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vn.
So was their sanctuary violated.
So their fair college turned to hospital ;
At first with aU confusion : by and bje
Sweet order lived again with other laws :
A kindlier influence reign'd ; and eTeiywhere
Low voices with the ministering hand
Hung round the sick : the maidens came, they talk'd,
They sang, they read : till she not fair, began
To g&ther light, and she that was, became
Hor former beauty treble ; and to and fix)
AVi:h Kvks, with flowers, with Angel offices,
l.iKe crx^tun^ native unto gracious act,
AuJ iu Uioir own clear element, they moved.
^^u '^ 5-0^ v\n the soul of Ida fell, • •
^^^^ ^^:txsI of h,.,. wt^^ess. Went with shame.
"*•• xt : s^eKUun she spoke ; but oft
A MBDLBY. 165
Clomb to the roofs, and gazed alone for hours
On that disastrous leaguer, swarms of men
Darkening her female field : Toid was her use ;
And she as one that climbs a peak to gaze
0*er land and main, and sees a great black cloud
Drag inward from the deeps, a wall of night.
Blot out the slope of sea from verge to shore.
And suck the blinding splendour from the sand,
And quenching lake by lake and tarn by tarn
Expunge the world : so fared she gazing there ;
So blacken'd all her world in secret, blank
And waste it seem'd and vain ; till down she came,
And found fair peace once more among the sick.
And twilight dawn*d ; and mom by mom the lark
Shot up and shrill'd in flickering gyres, but I
Lay silent in the muffled cage of life :
And twilight gloom*d ; and broader-grown the bowers
Drew the great night into themselves, and Heaven,
Star after star, arose and fell ; but I,
Deeper than those weird doubts could reach me, lay
Quite 8under*d from the moving Universe,
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That nursed me« more than in&nts in their sleep.
But PsTche tended Fk»ian : with her oft
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Melissa eame ; for Blanche had gone, hnt left
Her child among ns, willing she shoold keep
Coiut-CiToar : here and there the small hrigfat head,
A light of healing, glanced about the eonch.
Or thro* the parted silks the tender fitee
Peep*d, shining in npon the wounded man
With blush and smile, a medicine in themselres
To wile the length from languorous hours, and draw
The sting from pain ; nor seem*d it strange that soon
He rose up whole, and those fiur charities
Joined at her side ; nor stranger seem'd that hearts
So gentle, so enipIov*d, should dose in Ioto,
Than when two dewdrops on the petal shake
To the same sweet air, and tremble deeper down,
And slip at once all^fragrant into one.
Less prosperously the second suit obtained
^ first with Psvehe. Not tho* Blanche had sworn
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That after that dark night among the fields,
She needs mnst wed him for her own good name ;
Not tho* he bnilt npon the babe restored ;
Nor tho' she liked him, yielded she, but fear*d
To incense the Head once more ; till on a day
When Cyril pleaded, Ida came behind
Seen but of Psyche : on her foot she hung
A moment, and she heard, at which her face
A little flush'd, and she past on ; but each
Assumed from thence a half-consent involved
In stillness, plighted troth, and were at peace.
Nor only these : Love in the sacred halls
Held carnival at will, and flying struck
With showers of random sweet on maid and man.
Nor did her father cease to press my claim,
Nor did mine own now reconciled ; nor yet
Did those twin brothers, risen again and whole ;
Nor Arac, satiate with his victory.
But I lay still, and with me oft she sat :
Then came a change ; for sometimes I would catch
168 THE PRINGBSS;
Her hand in wild delirium, gripe it hard.
And fling it like a viper off, and shriek
' You are not Ida ; ' clasp it once again.
And call her Ida, tho* I knew her not.
And call her sweet, as if in irony.
And call her hard and cold which seem'd a trath :
And still she fear*d that I should lose my mind.
And often she believed that I should die :
Till out of long frustration of her care.
And pensive tendance in the all-weary noons.
And watches in the dead, the dark, when clocks
Throbb'd thunder thro' the palace floors, or call*d
On flying Time from all their silver tongues —
And out of memories of her kindlier days.
And sidelong glances at my father^s grief,
And at the happy lovers heart in heart —
And out of hauntings of my spoken love.
And lonely listenings to my mutter'd dream,
And often feeling of the helpless hands,
And wordless broodings on the wasted cheek —
Vvonx all a closer interest flourished up,
TondoruoHH touch by touch, and last, to these,
A MEDLEY. 169
Love, like an Alpine harebell hung with tears
By some cold morning glacier ; frail at first
And feeble, all onconscious of itself,
But such as gathered colour day by day.
Last I woke sane, but well-nigh close to death
For weakness : it was evening : silent light
Slept on the painted walls, wherein were wrought
Two grand designs ; for on one side arose
The women up in wild revolt, and storm*d
At the Oppian law. Titanic shapes, they cramm*d
The forum, and half-crush'd among the rest
A dwarflike Cato cower'd. On the other side
Hortensia spoke against the tax ; behind,
A train of dames : by axe and eagle sat.
With all their foreheads drawn in Roman scowls,
And half the wolf's-milk curdled in their veins,
The fierce triumvirs ; and before them paused
Hortensia, pleading : angry was her face.
I saw the forms : I knew not where I was :
They did but look like hollow shows ; nor more
ITii THE PRIXCft?8;
Sweet Ida : palm to palm she sat : the dew
Dwelt in her eyes, and softer all her shape
And rounder seem'd : I moved : I sighed : a tonch
Came round mj wrist, and tears upon mj hand :
Then all for Unguor and self-pity ran
Mine down mj bee, and with what life I had.
And like a flower that cannot aU unfold.
So drench'd it is with tempest, to the sun.
Yet, as it may, turns toward him, I on her
Fixt my faint eyes, and uttered whisperingly :
* If you be, what I think you, some sweet dream,
I would but ask you to fulfil yourself:
But if you l^ that Ida whom I knew,
I a<k you nothinir : only, if a dream,
Swtxt drvam, be perfect. I shall die to-night.
Stvx^p vlv»wn and set-m to kiss me ere I die.*
1 vvuM no niv^r^, but lay like one in trance,
V:\i: i-vcir> lii< burial talk'd of by his friends,
Vvxl v\ivr,o; sivoik. tv^r move, nor make one sign,
H ;; '.\vx Ava arxcids h > .Kvm. She tum'd ; she paused :
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She stoop'd ; and out of languor leapt a cry ;
Leapt fiery Passion from the brinks of death ;
And I believed that in the living world
My spirit closed with Ida's at the lips ;
Till back I fell, and from mine arms she rose
Glowing all over noble shame ; and all
Her falser self slipt from her like a robe,
And left her woman, lovelier in her mood
Than in her mould that other, when she came
From barren deeps to conquer all with love ;
And down the streaming crystal dropt ; and she
Far-fleeted by the purple island-sides,
Naked, a double light in air and wave.
To meet her Graces, where they deck'd her out
For worship without end ; nor end of mine.
Stateliest, for thee ! but mute she glided forth,
Nor glanced behind her, and I sank and slept,
Fill'd thro' and thro' with Love, a happy sleep.
Deep in the night I woke : she, near me, held
A volume of the Poets of her land :
There to herself, all in low tones, she read.
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I lii'ard ber tnm the page ; she found a small
Hw<u*t Idyl, and once more, as low, she read :
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' Come down, maid, from yonder mountain heigh'
What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang)
In height and cold, the splendour of the hills ?
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Bot eemae to more so oetr the Heavens, and
To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine,
To sit m star apon the sparkling spire;
And come, for Lore is of the ndley, come
For Lore is of the TmUev, oome then down
And find him ; by the happy threshold, he,
Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maiae,
Or red with spirited purple of the raU,
Or foxlike in the Tine ; nor cares to walk
With Death and Morning on the silrer horns,
Nor wilt thon snare him in the white ravine,
Nor find him dropt upon the firths of ice,
That huddling slant in furrow-cloTeu Ms
To roll the torrent out of dusky doors :
But follow ; let the torrent dance thee doini
To find him in the valley ; lei the wild
Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave
The monstrous ledges there to slope, «xii spill
Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-sffl^*^'
That like a broken purpose waste in air :
So waste not thou ; but come ; for ail the vales
Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth
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Arise to thee ; the children call, and I
Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every soand,
Sweeter thy voice, hut every soand is sweet ;
Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro* the lawn.
The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
And murmuring of innumerable bees.'
So she low-toned ; while with shut eyes I lay
Listening ; then look'd. Pale was the perfect face :
The bosom with long sighs laboured ; and meek
Seem'd the full lips, and mild the luminous eyes,
And the voice trembled and the hand. She said
Brokenly, that she knew it, she had faiPd
In sweet humility ; had fail'd in all ;
That all her labour was but as a block
Left in the quarry ; but she still were loth,
She still were loth to yield herself to one,
That wholly scom*d to help their equal rights
Against the sons of men, and barbarous laws.
She pray*d me not to judge their cause from her
That wrong'd it, sought far less for truth than power
In knowledge : something wild within her breast.
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The woman's cause is man's : they rise or sink
Together, dwarf' d or godlike, hond or free :
For she that out of Lethe scales with man
The shining steps of Nature, shares with man
His nights, his days, moves with him to one goal,
Stays all the fair young planet in her hands —
If she be small, slight-natured, miserable,
How shall men grow ? but work no more alone !
Our place is much : as far as in us lies
"We two will serve them both in aiding her —
Will clear away the parasitic forms
That seem to keep her up but drag her down —
Will leave her space to burgeon out of all
Within her — let her make herself her own
To give or keep, to live and learn and be
All that not harms distinctive womanhood.
For woman is not undevelopt man.
But diverse : could we make her as the man.
Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this,
Not like to like, but like in difference.
Yet in the long years liker must they grow ;
The man be more of woman, she of man ;
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Nor equal, nor onequal : each fulfils
Defect in each, and always thought in thought,
Purpose in purpose, will in will, they grow,
The single pure and perfect animal,
The two-cell'd heart beating, with one full stroke.
Life.'
And again sighing she spoke : ' A dream
That once was mine ' what woman taught you this V
' Alone' I said ' from earlier than I know.
Immersed in rich foreshadowings of the world,
I loved the woman : he, that doth not, lives
A drowning life, besotted in sweet self.
Or pines in sad experience worse than death.
Or keeps his wing'd affections cUpt with crime :
Yet was there one thro' whom I loved her, one
Not learned, save in gracious household ways,
Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants,
No Angel, but a dearer being, aU dipt
In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise,
Interpreter between the Gods and men.
Who look'd all native to her place, and yet
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<leed I love : the new day comes, the light
liarer for night, as dearer thoa for faults
^ived over: lift thine eyes ; my doubts are dead,
My haunting sense of hollow shows : the change,
Tliis truthful change in thee has kill*d it. Dear,
Look up, and let thy nature strike on mine,
Like yonder morning on the blind half-world ;
Approach and fear not ; breathe upon my brows ;
In that fine air I tremble, all the past
Melts xoist-like into this bright hour, and this
Is mom to more, and all the rich to-come
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ICbels, as the golden Autumn woodland reels
'Athwart the smoke of burning weeds. Forgive me,
I waste my heart in signs : let be. My bride.
My wife, my life. we will walk this world.
Yoked in all exercise of noble end.
And so thro' those dark gates across the wild
That no man knows. Indeed I love thee : come.
Yield thyself up : my hopes and thine are one :
Accomplish thou my manhood and thyself ;
Lay thy sweet hands in mine and trust to me.*
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Tjotil-rr ii: cue sbetf ? What strle eoold suit ?
Tbe 2ier re-^-iired liaU I should gn« throu^oat
Tzmz sen cf Ejc^k-herok gigmntesqne,
Wlih vti.^h wt iMnter'd Cttle LOim fiisl :
Tbe v^j'-Den — And poliaps thev felt their power,
For so^netLing in the hdlmds which thej sang.
Or in th^ir silent inflnenee ms they sat,
^^^^ erer seemed to wrestle with burlesque.
And drove qb, last, to quite s solemn doBe —
They hated banter, vish'd for flomethtng real,
A gallant fight, a noble princess — why
Not make her tme-heroic — tme-sablime ?
Or all, the; said, as earnest as the close ?
Wliich yet with such a framework scarce conld be.
Then rose a little fend betwixt the two,
Betwixt the mockers and the realists :
And I, betwixt them both, to please them both.
And yet to give the stoty as it rose,
I moved as in a strange diagonal,
And maybe neither pleased myself nor them.
Bnt Lilia pleased me, for she took no part
In oar dispate : the seqnel of the tale
Had tooch'd her ; and she sat, she pinck'd the grass.
She flung it &om her, thinking : last, she fixt
A showery glance upon her aont, and said,
' Yoa — ^tell as what we are ' who might have told.
For she was cramm'd with theories ont of books,
Dot that there rose a shout : the gates were closed
At aanset, and the crowd were swarming now,
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To take their I«ave, aboat the gmrdeo rails.
So I and some went oat to these -. we climb'tl
Tbtf slope to ViriaD-pIafe, and toraiiig sa,w
The twppv TmlleT?. half in light, mud half
Fsr-aludowiiig from the west, a land of peace :
Gray halls alone among their massiTe glares :
Trim hamlets ; here and there a mstic tower
Half-lost in belts of hop and breadths of wheat ;
The Bhimmering glimpses of a stream ; the seas ;
A red sail, or a white ; and fiu- berond.
Imagined more than seen, the skirts of Fiance.
' Look there, a garden ! ' said my college frieod,
The Tory member's elder son ' and there !
God bless the narrow sea which keeps her off.
And keeps our Britain, whole within herself,
A nation yet, the rnlera and the raled—
Some sense of dnty, something of a faith.
Some rererenoe for the laws oorselTes have made.
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!But yonder, whiff ! there comes a sudden heat,
The gravest citizen seems to lose his head,
The king is scared, the soldier will not fight,
The little boys begin to shoot and stab,
A kingdom topples over with a shriek
Like an old woman, and down rolls the world
In mock heroics stranger than our own ;
Revolts, republics, revolutions, most
No graver than a schoolboys' barring out ;
Too comic for the solenm things they are.
Too solenm for the comic touches in them,
Like our wUd Princess with as wise a dream
As some of theirs — God bless the narrow seas !
I wish they were a whole Atlantic broad.*
' Have patience,' I replied, * ourselves are full
Of social wrong ; and maybe wildest dreams
Are but the needful preludes of the truth :
For me, the genial day, the happy crowd.
The sport half-science, fill me with a faith.
This fine old world of ours is but a child
Yet in the go-cart. Patience ! give it time
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Bejoiid the boam of suunet ; 0, a ahont
More joj'ftil thau the city-roar that bails
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Premier or king ! VThy abould not these great Sirs
Give ap their parks some dozen times a year
To let the people breathe ? So thrice thej cried,
I likewise, and in groups thej- stream 'd away.
But we went back to the Abbey, sod sat on,
So much the gathering darkness charm'd : we sat
But g)K>ke not, rapt in nameless reverie.
Perchance upon the future man : the Trails
Blackeo'd about us, bats wheel'd, and owls whoop 'd.
And gradually the powers of the night.
That range above tho region of the wind.
Deepening tho courts of twilight broke theui up
Thro* all the silent spaces of the worlds.
Beyond all thought into the Heaven of Heavens.
Last httle Lilia, rising qoietly.
Disrobed the glimmering statue of Sir Ralph
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