Not even her brother Arac, nor the twins
Her brethren, though 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, though nettled that he seemed to slur
With garrulous ease and oily courtesies
Our
formalcompact, 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 looked 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, entered an old hostel, called mine host
To council, plied him with his richest wines,
And showed 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 clear against all rules
For any man to go: but as his brain
Began to
mellow, 'If the king,' he said,
'Had given us letters, was he bound to speak?
The king would bear him out;' and at the last--
The summer of the vine in all his veins--
'No doubt 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 looked as grand as doomsday and as grave:
And he, he reverenced his liege-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 tilled by women; all the swine were sows,
And all the dogs'--
But while he jested thus,
A thought flashed through me which I clothed in act,
Remembering how we three presented Maid
Or Nymph, or Goddess, at high tide of feast,
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 ventured on the liberties.
We followed 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
winged 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
In meshes of the jasmine and the rose:
And all about us pealed the nightingale,
Rapt in her song, and
careless of the snare.
There stood a bust of Pallas for a sign,
By two
sphere lamps blazoned like Heaven and Earth
With
constellation and with continent,
Above an entry: riding in, we called;
A plump-armed Ostleress and a
stable wench
Came
running at the call, and helped us down.
Then stept a buxom
hostess forth, and sailed,
Full-blown, before us into rooms which gave
Upon a pillared porch, the bases lost
In
laurel: her we asked of that and this,
And who were tutors. 'Lady Blanche' she said,
'And Lady Psyche.' 'Which was prettiest,
Best-natured?' 'Lady Psyche.' 'Hers are we,'
One voice, we cried; and I sat down and wrote,
In such a hand as when a field of corn
Bows all its ears before the roaring East;
'Three ladies of the Northern empire pray
Your Highness would
enroll them with your own,
As Lady Psyche's pupils.'
This I sealed:
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 seemed
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.
As through the land at eve we went,
And plucked the ripened ears,
We fell out, my wife and I,
O we fell out I know not why,
And kissed again with tears.
And blessings on the falling out
That all the more endears,
When we fall out with those we love
And kiss again with tears!
For when we came where lies the child
We lost in other years,
There above the little grave,
O there above the little grave,
We kissed again with tears.
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 through the porch that sang
All round with
laurel, issued in a court
Compact of lucid
marbles, bossed with lengths
Of
classicfrieze, with ample awnings gay
Betwixt the pillars, and with great urns of flowers.
The Muses and the Graces, grouped in threes,
Enringed a billowing
fountain in the midst;
And here and there on lattice edges lay
Or book or lute; but
hastily we past,
And up a
flight of stairs into the hall.
There at a board by tome and paper sat,
With two tame leopards couched beside her throne,
All beauty compassed 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
arched brows, with every turn
Lived through 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 answered, 'then ye know the Prince?' and he:
'The
climax of his age! as though there were
One rose in all the world, your Highness that,
He worships your ideal:' she replied:
'We
scarcely thought in our own hall to hear
This
barren verbiage, current among men,
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 ourself
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 entered on the boards: and 'Now,' she cried,
'Ye are green wood, see ye warp not. Look, our hall!
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 Roman brows
Of Agrippina. Dwell with these, and lose
Convention, since to look on noble forms
Makes noble through the sensuous organism
That which is higher. O lift your natures up:
Embrace our aims: work out your freedom. Girls,
Knowledge is now no more a
fountain sealed:
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:
Today the Lady Psyche will harangue
The fresh arrivals of the week before;
For they press in from all the provinces,
And fill the hive.'
She spoke, and bowing waved
Dismissal: back again we crost the court
To Lady Psyche's: as we entered in,
There sat along the forms, like morning doves
That sun their milky bosoms on the
thatch,