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In such a hand as when a field of corn
Bows all its ears before the roaring East ;
"Three ladies of the Northern empire pray
Your Highness would enroll them with
your own, As Lady Psyche's pupils.'
This I seal'd :
The seal was Cupid bent above a scroll,
And raised the blinding bandage from his eyes :
the letter to be sent with dawn;
And then to bed, where half in doze I seem'd To float about a glimmering night, and watch
A full sea glazed with muffled moonlight, swell
On some dark shore just seen that it was rich.
As thro' the land at eve we went,
And pluck'd the ripen'd ears, We fell out, my wife and I,
And kiss'd again with tears :
That all the more endears,
And kiss again with tears !
We lost in other years, There above the little
grave, We kiss'd again with tears.
At break of day the College Portress came :
The lilac, with a silken hood to each,
And zoned with gold ; and now when these were on,
And we as rich as moths from dusk cocoons,
She, curtseying her obeisance, let us know
The Princess Ida waited : out we paced,
All round with laurel, issued in a court
Compact of lucid marbles, boss'd with lengths
Of classic frieze, with ample awnings gay
Betwixt the pillars, and with great urns of flowers. The Muses and the Graces, group'd in threes,
Enring'd a billowing fountain in the midst ;
And here and there on lattice edges lay
Or book or lute ; but hastily we past,
And up a flight of stairs into the hall
There at a board by tome and paper sat,
With two tame leopards couch'd beside her throne,
All beauty compass'd in a female form,
The Princess; liker to the inhabitant
Of some clear planet close upon the Sun,
• We give you welcome : not without redound
Of use and glory to yourselves ye come,
And that full voice which circles round the grave,
Will rank you nobly, mingled up with me.
What ! are the ladies of your land so tall ? '
• We of the court 'said Cyril. From the court ’ She answer'd, then ye know the Prince ?' and he :
The climax of his age! as tho' there were
He worships your ideal :' she replied :
This barren verbiage, current among men,
Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
Your flight from out your bookless wilds would seem
We dream not of him : when we set our hand
To this great work, we purposed with ourselves
Never to wed. You likewise will do well,
Ladies, in entering here, to cast and fling
Your fortunes, justlier balanced, scale with scale.'