The picture was of hand fast joined to hand,
Both pushed from angry skies, their grasp more pledged
Under the threatened flash of a bright brand
At arm's length up, for severing action edged.
Why, then Love's Court of Honour contemplate;
And two drowned shorecasts, who, for the life esteemed
Above their lost,
invoke an
advocateIn Passion's
purity,
thereby redeemed.
Redeemed, uplifted, glimmering on a throne,
The woman
stricken by an arrow falls.
His
advocate she can be, not her own,
If, Traitress to thy sex! one sister calls.
Have we such scenes of drapery's mournfulness
On Beauty's revelations, witched we plant,
Over the fair shape humbled to confess,
An angel's buckler, with loud choiric chant.
IV
No
knightly sword to serve, nor harp of bard,
The lady's hand in her physician's knew.
She had not hoped for them as her award,
When zig-zag on the tongue electric flew
Her
charge of counter-motives, none impure:
But muteness whipped her skin. She could have said,
Her free
confession was to work his cure,
Show proofs for why she could not love or wed.
Were they not shown? His muteness shook in thrall
Her body on the verge of that black pit
Sheer from the
treacherousconfessional,
Demanding further, while perusing it.
Slave is the open mouth beneath the closed.
She sank; she snatched at colours; they were peel
Of fruit past
savour, in
derision rosed.
For the dark
downward then her soul did reel.
A press of
hideousimpulse urged to speak:
A novel dread of man enchained her dumb.
She felt the silence
thicken, heard it shriek,
Heard Life subsiding on the
eternal hum:
Welcome to women, when, between man's laws
And Nature's thirsts, they, soul from body torn,
Give suck at breast to a
celestial cause,
Named by the mouth
infernal, and forsworn.
Nathless her
forehead twitched a sad content,
To think the cure so
manifest, so frail
Her charm remaining. Was the curtain's rent
Too wide? he but a man of that herd male?
She saw him as that herd of the forked head
Butting the woman harrowed on her knees,
Clothed only in life's last devouring red.
Confession at her
fearfulinstant sees
Judicial Silence write the devil fact
In letters of the
skeleton: at once,
Swayed on the supplication of her act,
The rabble
reading, roaring to denounce,
She joins. No longer
colouring, with skips
At tangles, picture that for eyes in tears
Might swim the
sequence, she addressed her lips
To do the scaffold's office at his ears.
Into the bitter
judgement of that herd
On women, she, deeming it present, fell.
Her
frenzy of abasement hugged the word
They stone with, and so pile their citadel
To
launch at outcasts the foul levin bolt.
As had he flung it, in her breast it burned.
Face and
reflect it did her hot revolt
From
hardness, to the writhing rebel turned;
Because the golden buckler was withheld,
She to herself applies the powder-spark,
For joy of one wild demon burst ere quelled,
Perishing to
astound the
tyrant Dark.