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In the green gleam of dewy-tassell'd trees:
Went with it, “Follow, follow, thou shalt win.”
(Then, ere the silver sickle of that month
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. I would you had her, Prince, with all my heart, With my full heart: but there were widows here, | Two widows, Lady Psyche, Lady Blanche; They fed her theories, in and out of place, 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. Last, my daughter begg’d a boon, A certain summer-place 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 &-
Almost at naked nothing.’
Thus the king;
Then pushing onward under sun and stars
Many a long league back to the North, we came,
And show'd the late-writ letters of the king.
He, with a long low sibilation, stared As blank as death in marble; then exclaim'd 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 1 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. For him, he reverenced his liege-lady there; He always made a point to post with mares;
His daughter and the 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, A thought flash'd thro’ 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; Which brought and clapt upon us, we tweezer'd out What slender blossom lived on lip or cheek Of manhood, gave mine host a costly bribe To guerdon silence, mounted our good steeds,
And boldly ventured on the liberties.
We rode till midnight, when the college lights
Inscribed too dark for legible, and gain'd