Give me it; I will give it her.' He said: At first her eye with slow dilation roll'd Pledge of a love not to be mine, farewell; We two must part: and yet how fain was I To dream thy cause embraced in mine, to think I might be something to thee, when I felt Thy waxen warmth about my milkless breast In the dead prime: but may thy mother prove As true to thee as false, false, false to me ! All good go with thee! take it Sir' and so Laid the soft babe in his hard-mailed hands Who turn'd half-round to Psyche as she sprang To meet it, with an eye that swum in thanks; Then felt it sound and whole from head to foot, And hugg'd and never hugg'd it close enough, And in her hunger mouth'd and mumbled it, And hid her bosom with it; after that Put on more calm and added suppliantly; We two were friends: I go to mine own land For ever find some other: as for me I scarce am fit for your great plans: yet speak to me, Say one soft word and let me part forgiven.' But Ida spoke not, rapt upon the child. Then Arac. Soul and life! you blame the man ; You wrong yourselves—the woman is so hard Upon the woman. Come, a grace to me! I am your warrior; I and mine have fought Your battle kiss her; take her hand, she weeps ; : Life! I would sooner fight thrice o'er than see it.' But Ida spoke not, gazing on the ground, And reddening in the furrows of his chin, And moved beyond his custom, Gama said: 'I've heard that there is iron in the blood, And I believe it. Not one word ? not one? Whence drew you this steel temper? not from me, Not from your mother now a saint with saints. She said you had a heart—I heard her say it “Our Ida has a heart”—just ere she died— "But see that some one with authority Be near her still" and I-I sought for one All people said she had authority -- The Lady Blanche : much profit! Not one word; No! tho' your father sues: see how you stand Stiff as Lot's wife, and all the good knights maim'd, I trust that there is no one hurt to death, For your wild whim: and was it then for this, Where we withdrew from summer heats and state, gone, And had our wine and chess beneath the planes, Now could you share your thought; now should men see Two women faster welded in one love Than pairs of wedlock; she you walk'd with, she And right ascension, Heaven knows what; and now A word but one, one little kindly word, Not one to spare her out upon you, flint! You love nor her, nor me, nor any; nay, Not one? You shame your mother's judgment too. As fancies like the vermin in a nut Have fretted all to dust and bitterness.' So said the small king moved beyond his wont. But Ida stood nor spoke, drain'd of her force A doubtful smile dwelt like a clouded moon In a still water: then brake out my sire Lifting his grim head from my wounds. O you, Woman, whom we thought woman even now, And were half fool'd to let you tend our son, Because he might have wish'd it—but we see And think that you might mix his draught with death, He rose, and while each ear was prick'd to attend |