Straight to the doors: to them the doors gave way Groaning, and in the Vestal entry shriek'd The virgin marble under iron heels: And they moved on and gain'd the hall, and there Of female whisperers: at the further end The common men with rolling eyes; amazed A flying splendour out of brass and steel, Now fired an angry Pallas on the helm, Now set a wrathful Dian's moon on flame, And now and then an echo started up, And shuddering fled from room to room, Of fright in far apartments. and died Then the voice Of Ida sounded, issuing ordinance : And me they bore up the broad stairs and thro' To one deep chamber shut from sound, and due That afternoon a sound arose of hoof And chariot, many a maiden passing home Till happier times; but some were left of those Held sagest, and the great lords out and in, From those two hosts that lay beside the walls, Walk'd at their will, and everything was changed. 10 VII. So was their sanctuary violated, A kindlier influence reign'd: and everywhere Low voices with the ministering hand Hung round the sick the maidens came, they talk'd, They sang, they read: till she not fair, began To gather light, and she that was, became Her former beauty treble; and to and fro With books, with flowers, with Angel offices, And in their own clear element, they moved. But sadness on the soul of Ida fell, And hatred of her weakness, blent with shame. O'er land and main, and sees a great black cloud And waste it seem'd and vain; till down she came And twilight dawn'd; and morn by morn the lark Shot up and shrill'd in flickering gyres, but I Lay silent in the muffled cage of life : And twilight gloom'd; and broader grown the bowers Drew the great night into themselves, and Heaven Star after star arose and fell, but I Lay sunder'd from the moving Universe, Nor knew what eye was on me nor the hand That nursed me, more than infants in their sleep. But Psyche tended Florian: with her oft Melissa came; for Blanche had gone, but left Her child among us, willing she should keep Court-favour: here and there the small bright head, A light of healing, glanced about the couch, Or thro' the parted silks the tender face Peep'd, shining in upon the wounded man With blush and smile, a medicine in themselves To wile the length from languorous hours and draw The sting from pain; nor seem'd it strange that soon He rose up whole, and those fair charities Join'd at her side: nor stranger seem'd that hearts So gentle, so employ'd, should close in love, Than when two dewdrops on the petal shake |