Not for three years to correspond with home; 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! Our statues! not of those that men desire, Sleek Odalisques, or oracles of mode, Nor stunted squaws of West or East; but she The foundress of the Babylonian wall, The Carian Artemisia strong in war, The Rhodope that built the pyramid, Clelia, Cornelia, with the Palmyrene The fresh arrivals of the week before; For they press in from all the provinces, So saying, she bow'd and 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 A quick brunette, well-moulded, falcon-eyed, '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: then the monster, then the man; Tattoo'd or woaded, winter-clad in skins, Raw from the prime, and crushing down his mate; As yet we find in barbarous isles, and here Among the lowest.' Thereupon she took A bird's-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 Ran down the Persian, Grecian, Roman lines And little-footed China, touch'd on Mahomet 3 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, Disyoke their necks from custom, and assert None lordlier than themselves but that which made Woman and man. She had founded; they must build: 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; Was longer; and albeit their glorious names The highest is the measure of the man, Nor those horn-handed breakers of the glebe, But Homer, Plato, Verulam; even so With woman and in arts of government, The peasant Joan and others; arts of grace, And she, tho' last not least, who had left her place, 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, |