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A tempest, thro' the cloud that dimm'd her broke
A genial warmth and light once more, and shone
O Psyche,' she cried out, “embrace me, come,
Quick while I melt ; make reconcilement sure
With one that cannot keep her mind an hour :
Come to the hollow heart they slander so !
Kiss and be friends like children being chid !
I seem no more : I want forgiveness too :
I should have had to do with none but maids,
That have no links with men.
Ah false but dear,
Dear traitor too much loved, why?-why ?-Yet see
Before these kings we embrace you yet once more
And trust not love
And now, O Sire,
Grant me your son, to nurse, to wait upon him,
Like mine own brother. For my debt to him, This nightmare weight of gratitude, I know it ; Taunt me no more : yourself and yours shall have
Free adit; we will scatter all our maids
Till happier times each to her proper hearth :
Thaw this male nature to some touch of that
Which kills me with myself, and drags me down
Follow'd : the king replied not : Cyril said:
Your brother, Lady,-Florian,-ask for him Of your great head—for he is wounded tooThat you may tend upon him with the prince.' * Ay so,' said Ida with a bitter smile,
Our laws are broken: let him enter too.'
Then Violet, she that sang the mournful song
And had a cousin tumbled on the plain,
• I stagger in the stream : I cannot keep My heart an eddy from the brawling hour : We break our laws with ease, but let it be.'
• Ay so?' said Blanche : ‘Amazed am I to hear
Your Highness : but your Highness breaks with ease The law your Highness did not make : 'twas I.
I had been wedded wife, I knew mankind,
And block'd them out; but these men came to woo
Your Highness-verily I think to win.'
So she, and turn’d askance a wintry eye :
But Ida with a voice, that like a bell
Toll'd by an earthquake in a trembling tower,
Rang ruin, answer'd full of grief and scorn.
Fling our doors wide ! all, all, not one, but all, Not only he, but by my mother's soul,
Whatever man lies wounded, friend, or foe,
Shall enter, if he will. Let our girls flit,
The roar that breaks the Pharos from his base
Had left us rock. She fain would sting us too,
But shall not. Pass, and mingle with your likes.
We brook no further insult but are gone.'
She turn'd ; the very nape of her white neck Was rosed with indignation : but the Prince Her brother came; the king her father charm’d
Her wounded soul with words ; nor did mine own
Refuse her proffer, lastly gave his hand.
Then us they lifted up, dead weights, and bare 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 on they moved and gain'd the hall, and there Rested : but great the crush was, and each base,
To left and right, of those tall columns drown'd
In silken fluctuation and the swarm
Of female whisperers : at the further end
Was Ida by the throne, the two great cats
Close by her, like supporters on a shield
Bow-back'd with fear : but in the centre stood
The common men with rolling eyes ; amazed
The women stared at these, all silent, save
When armour clash'd or jingled while the day, Descending, struck athwart the hall, and shot A flying splendour out of brass and steel,
That o'er the statues leapt from head to head,
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, and died Of fright in far apartments.
Then the voice