She sees herself in every woman else, And so she wears her error like a crown To blind the truth and me: for her, and her, They are Hebes meet to hand ambrosia, mix The nectar; but ah she whene'er she moves The Samian Herè rises and she speaks A Memnon smitten with the morning Sun.' So saying from out the court we paced, and gain'd The terrace ranged along the Northern front, And leaning there on those balusters, high Beat balm upon our eyelids. Hither came I knock'd and bidden went in: I found her there At point to sally, and settled in her eyes Up went the hush'd amaze of hand and eye. I urged the fierce inscription on the gate, And our three lives. She said we had limed ourselves With open eyes, and we must take the chance. But such extremes, I told her, well might harm The woman's cause. "Not more than now," she said, "So puddled as it is with favouritism." I tried the mother's heart. Shame might befall Melissa, knowing, saying not she knew: Her answer was, "Leave me to deal with that." I spoke of war to come and many deaths, And she replied, her duty was to speak, And duty duty, clear of consequences. grew discouraged, Sir; but since I knew No rock so hard, but that a little wave May beat admission in a thousand years, I recommenced; Decide not ere you pause. I find you here but in the second place, Some say the third - the authentic foundress you. I offer boldly we will seat you highest : Wink at our advent: help my prince to gain A palace in our own land, where you shall reign And your great name flow on with broadening time And told me she would answer us to-day, He ceasing, came a message from the Head. In the afternoon the Princess rode to take The dip of certain strata to the North. Would we go with her? we should find the land Out yonder' then she pointed on to where She stood Agreed to, this, the day fled on thro' all The river as it narrow'd to the hills. I rode beside her, and to me she said: Your Highness might have seem'd the thing you say.' 'Again?' she cried, are you ambassadresses From him to me? we give you, being strange, A license speak, and let the topic die." I stammer'd that I knew him- could have wish'd 'Our king expects was there no precontract There is no truer-hearted - ah, you seem All he prefigured, and he could not see The bird of passage flying south but long'd |