'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,
If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and rest;' and
Down from the lean and wrinkled precipices,
By every coppice-feathered chasm and cleft,
Dropt through the ambrosial gloom to where
No bigger than a glow-worm shone the
Lamp-lit from the inner. Once she leaned 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
Beneath the satin dome and entered in,
There leaning deep in broidered down we
Our elbows: on a tripod in the midstA fragrant flame rose, and before us
Fruit, blossom, viand, amber wine, and gold.
Then she, 'Let some one sing to us: lightlier
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
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
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
The earliest pipe of half-awakened
To dying ears, when unto dying
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
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O 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
Lost in her bosom: but with some
Answered the Princess, 'If indeed there
About the mouldered lodges of the
So sweet a voice and vague, fatal to men,
Well needs it we should cram our ears with
And so pace by: but thine are fancies
In silken-folded idleness; nor is
Wiser to weep a true occasion lost,
But trim our sails, and let old bygones be,
While down the streams that float us each and
To the issue, goes, like glittering bergs of ice,
Throne after throne, and molten on the
Becomes a cloud: for all things serve their
Toward that great year of equal mights and rights,
Nor would I fight with iron laws, in the
Found golden: let the past be past; let
Their cancelled Babels: though the rough kex
The starred mosaic, and the beard-blown
Hang on the shaft, and the wild figtree
Their monstrous idols, care not while we hearA trumpet in the distance pealing
Of better, and Hope, a poising eagle,
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
Of promise; not a death's-head at the wine.'Then I remembered one myself had made,
What time I watched the swallow winging
From mine own land, part made long since, and
Now while I sang, and maidenlike as
As I could ape their treble, did I sing. 'O Swallow,
Swallow, flying, flying South,
Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves,
And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee. 'O tell her,
Swallow, thou that knowest each,
That bright and fierce and fickle is the South,
And dark and true and tender is the North. 'O Swallow,
Swallow, if I could follow, and
Upon her lattice,
I would pipe and trill,
And cheep and twitter twenty million loves. 'O were I thou that she might take me in,
And lay me on her bosom, and her
Would rock the snowy cradle till I died. 'Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love,
Delaying as the tender ash
To clothe herself, when all the woods are green? 'O tell her,
Swallow, that thy brood is flown:
Say to her,
I do but wanton in the South,
But in the North long since my nest is made. 'O tell her, brief is life but love is long,
And brief the sun of summer in the North,
And brief the moon of beauty in the South. 'O 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 laughed with alien lips,
And knew not what they meant; for still my
Rang false: but smiling 'Not for thee,' she said,
O Bulbul, any rose of
Shall burst her veil: marsh-divers, rather, maid,
Shall croak thee sister, or the
Grate her harsh kindred in the grass: and thisA mere love-poem! O for such, my friend,
We hold them slight: they mind us of the
When we made bricks in Egypt. Knaves are men,
That lute and flute fantastic tenderness,
And dress the victim to the offering 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
Used to great ends: ourself have often
Valkyrian hymns, or into rhythm have
The passion of the prophetess; for
Is duer unto freedom, force and
Of spirit than to junketing and love.
Love is it? Would this same mock-love, and
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
To be dandled, no, but living wills, and
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,
That gives the manners of your country-women?'She spoke and turned her sumptuous head with
Of shining expectation fixt on mine.
Then while I dragged my brains for such a song,
Cyril, with whom the bell-mouthed glass had wrought,
Or mastered by the sense of sport,
To troll a careless, careless
Of Moll and Meg, and strange
Unmeet for ladies. Florian nodded at him,
I frowning;
Psyche flushed and wanned and shook;
The lilylike Melissa drooped her brows;'Forbear,' the Princess cried; 'Forbear,
Sir' I;
And heated through and through with wrath and love,
I smote him on the breast; he started up;
There rose a shriek as of a city sacked;
Melissa clamoured 'Flee the death;' 'To horse'Said Ida; 'home! to horse!' and fled, as fliesA troop of snowy doves athwart the dusk,
When some one batters at the dovecote-doors,
Disorderly the women. Alone I
With Florian, cursing Cyril, vext at heart,
In the pavilion: there like parting hopesI heard them passing from me: hoof by hoof,
And every hoof a knell to my desires,
Clanged on the bridge; and then another shriek,'The Head, the Head, the Princess,
O the Head!'For blind with rage she missed the plank, and
In the river. Out I sprang from glow to gloom:
There whirled her white robe like a blossomed
Rapt to the horrible fall: a glance I gave,
No more; but woman-vested as I
Plunged; and the flood drew; yet I caught her;
Oaring one arm, and bearing in my
The weight of all the hopes of half the world,
Strove to buffet to land in vain. A
Was half-disrooted from his place and
To wrench his dark locks in the gurgling
Mid-channel. Right on this we drove and caught,
And grasping down the boughs I gained the shore.
There stood her maidens glimmeringly
In the hollow bank. One reaching forward
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,
Nor found my friends; but pushed alone on foot(For since her horse was lost I left her mine)Across the woods, and less from Indian
Than beelike instinct hiveward, found at
The garden portals. Two great statues,
And Science,
Caryatids, lifted upA weight of emblem, and betwixt were
Of open-work in which the hunter
His rash intrusion, manlike, but his
Had sprouted, and the branches
Spread out at top, and grimly spiked the gates.
A little space was left between the horns,
Through which I clambered 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
Through a great arc his seven slow suns. A
Of lightest echo, then a loftier
Than female, moving through the uncertain gloom,
Disturbed me with the doubt 'if this were she,'But it was Florian. 'Hist O Hist,' he said,'They seek us: out so late is out of rules.
Moreover "seize the strangers" is the cry.
How came you here?' I told him: 'I' said he,'Last of the train, a moral leper,
I,
To whom none spake, half-sick at heart, returned.
Arriving all confused among the
With hooded brows I crept into the hall,
And, couched behind a Judith,
The head of Holofernes peeped and saw.
Girl after girl was called to trial:
Disclaimed all knowledge of us: last of all,
Melissa: trust me,
Sir,
I pitied her.
She, questioned if she knew us men, at
Was silent; closer prest, denied it not:
And then, demanded if her mother knew,
Or Psyche, she affirmed not, or denied:
From whence the Royal mind, familiar with her,
Easily gathered either guilt. She
For Psyche, but she was not there; she
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
His wildness, and the chances of the dark.''And yet,' I said, 'you wrong him more than
That struck him: this is proper to the clown,
Though smocked, or furred and purpled, still the clown,
To harm the thing that trusts him, and to
That which he says he loves: for Cyril,
He deal in frolic, as tonight—the
Might have been worse and sinned in grosser
Beyond all pardon—as it is,
I
These flashes on the surface are not he.
He has a solid base of temperament:
But as the waterlily starts and
Upon the level in little puffs of wind,
Though anchored to the bottom, such is he.'Scarce had I ceased when from a tamarisk
Two Proctors leapt upon us, crying, 'Names:'He, standing still, was clutched; but I
To thrid the musky-circled mazes,
And double in and out the boles, and
By all the fountains: fleet I was of foot:
Before me showered the rose in flakes; behindI heard the puffed pursuer; at mine
Bubbled the nightingale and heeded not,
And secret laughter tickled all my soul.
At last I hooked my ankle 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
High in the hall: above her drooped a lamp,
And made the single jewel on her
Burn like the mystic fire on a mast-head,
Prophet of storm: a handmaid on each
Bowed toward her, combing out her long black
Damp from the river; and close behind her
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
Cleft from the main, and wailed about with mews.
Then, as we came, the crowd dividing
An advent to the throne: and therebeside,
Half-naked as if caught at once from
And tumbled on the purple footcloth,
The lily-shining child; and on the left,
Bowed on her palms and folded up from wrong,
Her round white shoulder shaken with her sobs,
Melissa knelt; but Lady Blanche
Stood up and spake, an affluent orator.'It was not thus,
O 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
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
You turned 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 born for something great,
In which I might your fellow-worker be,
When time should serve; and thus a noble
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
You stood in your own light and darkened mine.
What student came but that you planed her
To Lady Psyche, younger, not so wise,
A foreigner, and I your countrywoman,
I your old friend and tried, she new in all?
But still her lists were swelled 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 yestermorn,
To tell her what they were, and she to hear:
And me none told: not less to an eye like mineA lidless watcher of the public weal,
Last night, their mask was patent, and my
Was to you: but I thought again: I
To meet a cold "We thank you, we shall hear of
From Lady Psyche:" you had gone to her,
She told, perforce; and winning easy
No doubt, for slight delay, remained among
In our young nursery still unknown, the
Less grain than touchwood, while my honest
Were all miscounted as malignant
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 watched them well,
Saw that they kept apart, no mischief done;
And yet this day (though you should hate me for it)I came to tell you; found that you had gone,
Ridden to the hills, she likewise: now,
I thought,
That surely she will speak; if not, then I:
Did she? These monsters blazoned 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 talent,
I—you know it—I will not boast:
Dismiss me, and I prophesy your plan,
Divorced from my experience, will be
For every gust of chance, and men will
We did not know the real light, but
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 ourself.'Thereat the Lady stretched 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 stooped to
Melissa: she, half on her mother propt,
Half-drooping from her, turned her face, and castA liquid look on Ida, full of prayer,
Which melted Florian's fancy as she hung,
A Niobëan daughter, one arm out,
Appealing to the bolts of Heaven; and
We gazed upon her came a little
About the doors, and on a sudden
Among us, out of breath as one pursued,
A woman-post in flying raiment.
Stared in her eyes, and chalked her face, and
Her transit to the throne, whereby she
Delivering sealed dispatches which the
Took half-amazed, and in her lion's
Tore open, silent we with blind
Regarding, while she read, till over
And cheek and bosom brake the wrathful
As of some fire against a stormy cloud,
When the wild peasant rights himself, the
Flames, and his anger reddens in the heavens;
For anger most it seemed, while now her breast,
Beaten with some great passion at her heart,
Palpitated, her hand shook, and we
In the dead hush the papers that she
Rustle: at once the lost lamb at her
Sent out a bitter bleating for its dam;
The plaintive cry jarred on her ire; she
The scrolls together, made a sudden
As if to speak, but, utterance failing her,
She whirled 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
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:
Render him up unscathed: give him your hand:
Cleave to your contract: though indeed we
You hold the woman is the better man;
A rampant heresy, such as if it
Would make all women kick against their
Through all the world, and which might well
That we this night should pluck your palace down;
And we will do it, unless you send us
Our son, on the instant, whole.' So far I read;
And then stood up and spoke impetuously.'O not to pry and peer on your reserve,
But led by golden wishes, and a
The child of regal compact, did I
Your precinct; not a scorner of your
But venerator, zealous it should
All that it might be: hear me, for I bear,
Though man, yet human, whatsoe'er your wrongs,
From the flaxen curl to the gray lock a
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 stooped to
From all high places, lived in all fair lights,
Came in long breezes rapt from inmost
And blown to inmost north; at eve and
With Ida,
Ida,
Ida, rang the woods;
The leader wildswan in among the
Would clang it, and lapt in wreaths of glowworm
The mellow breaker murmured Ida. Now,
Because I would have reached you, had you
Sphered up with Cassiopëia, or the
Persephonè 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 full tongue,
O noble Ida, to those thoughts that
On you, their centre: let me say but this,
That many a famous man and woman,
And landskip, have I heard of, after
The dwarfs of presage: though when known, there
Another kind of beauty in
Made them worth knowing; but in your I
My boyish dream involved and dazzled
And mastered, while that after-beauty
Such head from act to act, from hour to hour,
Within me, that except you slay me here,
According to your bitter statute-book,
I cannot cease to follow you, as they
The seal does music; who desire you
Than growing boys their manhood; dying lips,
With many thousand matters left to do,
The breath of life;
O more than poor men wealth,
Than sick men health—yours, yours, not mine—but
Without you; with you, whole; and of those
You worthiest; and howe'er you block and
Your heart with system out from mine,
I
That it becomes no man to nurse despair,
But in the teeth of clenched
To follow up the worthiest till he die:
Yet that I came not all
Behold your father's letter.' On one
Kneeling,
I gave it, which she caught, and
Unopened at her feet: a tide of
Invective seemed to wait behind her lips,
As waits a river level with the
Ready to burst and flood the world with foam:
And so she would have spoken, but there roseA hubbub in the court of half the
Gathered together: from the illumined
Long lanes of splendour slanted o'er a
Of snowy shoulders, thick as herded ewes,
And rainbow robes, and gems and gemlike eyes,
And gold and golden heads; they to and
Fluctuated, as flowers in storm, some red, some pale,
All open-mouthed, 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
As of a new-world Babel, woman-built,
And worse-confounded: high above them
The placid marble Muses, looking peace.
Not peace she looked, the Head: but rising
Robed in the long night of her deep hair,
To the open window moved, remaining
Fixt like a beacon-tower above the
Of tempest, when the crimson-rolling
Glares ruin, and the wild birds on the
Dash themselves dead. She stretched her arms and
Across the tumult and the tumult fell.'What fear ye, brawlers? am not I your Head?
On me, me, me, the storm first breaks: ~I~
All these male thunderbolts: what is it ye fear?
Peace! there are those to avenge us and they come:
If not,—myself were like enough,
O girls,
To unfurl the maiden banner of our rights,
And clad in iron burst the ranks of war,
Or, falling, promartyr of our cause,
Die: yet I blame you not so much for fear:
Six thousand years of fear have made you
From which I would redeem you: but for
That stir this hubbub—you and you—I
Your faces there in the crowd—tomorrow
We hold a great convention: then shall
That love their voices more than duty,
With whom they deal, dismissed in shame to
No wiser than their mothers, household stuff,
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
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.'She, ending, waved her hands: thereat the
Muttering, dissolved: then with a smile, that lookedA stroke of cruel sunshine on the cliff,
When all the glens are drowned in azure
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 spilt our bones in the flood—Then men had said—but now—What hinders
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—O would I had his sceptre for one hour!
You that have dared to break our bound, and
Our servants, wronged and lied and thwarted us—~I~ wed with thee! ~I~ bound by
Your bride, our bondslave! not though all the
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
Bent their broad faces toward us and
Their motion: twice I sought to plead my cause,
But on my shoulder hung their heavy hands,
The weight of destiny: so from her
They pushed us, down the steps, and through the court,
And with grim laughter thrust us out at gates.
We crossed the street and gained a petty
Beyond it, whence we saw the lights and heard the voices murmuring. While I listened,
On a sudden the weird seizure and the doubt:
I seemed to move among a world of ghosts;
The Princess with her monstrous woman-guard,
The jest and earnest working side by side,
The cataract and the tumult and the
Were shadows; and the long fantastic
With all its doings had and had not been,
And all things were and were not. This went
As strangely as it came, and on my
Settled a gentle cloud of melancholy;
Not long;
I shook it off; for spite of
And sudden ghostly shadowings I was
To whom the touch of all mischance but
As night to him that sitting on a
Sees the midsummer, midnight,
Norway
Set into sunrise; then we moved away.
Thy voice is heard through rolling drums, That beat to battle where he stands;
Thy face across his fancy comes, And gives the battle to his hands:
A moment, while the trumpets blow, He sees his brood about thy knee;
The next, like fire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee.
So Lilia sang: we thought her half-possessed,
She struck such warbling fury through the words;
And, after, feigning pique at what she
The raillery, or grotesque, or false sublime—Like one that wishes at a dance to
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
Half turning to the broken statue, said,'Sir Ralph has got your colours: if I
Your knight, and fight your battle, what for me?'It chanced, her empty glove upon the
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.
