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Sat muffled like the Fates ; and often came
Melissa hitting all we saw with shafts
Of gentle satire, kin to charity,
Call’d us : we left the walks ; we mixt with those
Six hundred maidens clad in purest white,
Before two streams of light from wall to wall,
Of solemn psalms, and silver litanies,
The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven
A blessing on her labours for the world.
Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Wind of the western sea !
Blow him again to me ;
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon :
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Morn in the white wake of the morning star
Came furrowing all the orient into gold.
We rose, and each by other drest with care
Descended to the court that lay three parts
In shadow, but the Muses' heads were touch'd
Above the darkness from their native East.
There while we stood beside the fount, and watch'd
Or seem'd to watch the dancing bubble, approach'd
Melissa, tinged with wan from lack of sleep,
The circled Iris of a night of tears ;
My mother knows : ' and when I ask'd her · how'
• My fault ’ she weptmy fault! and yet not mine ; Yet mine in part. O hear me, pardon me.
My mother, 'tis her wont from night to night
To rail at Lady Psyche and her side.
the Princess should have been the Head,
Herself and Lady Psyche the two arms ;
And she the left, or not, or seldom used ;
Hers more than half the students, all the love.
And so last night she fell to canvass you :
Her countrywomen! she did not envy her.
" Who ever saw such wild barbarians ?
“ Girls ?—more like men!” and at these words the snake, My secret, seem’d to stir within
breast ; And oh, Sirs, could I help it, but my cheek Began to burn and burn, and her lynx eye To fix and make me hotter, till she laugh'd : “O marvellously modest maiden, you ! Men! girls, like men! why, if they had been men
You need not set your thoughts in rubric thus
For wholesale comment.” Pardon, I am shamed
That I must needs repeat for my excuse
What looks so little graceful :
My mother went revolving on the word)
“ And so they are,—very like men indeed
And with that woman closeted for hours !
Then came these dreadful words out one by one,
I shudder’d: “ and you
“O ask me nothing,” I said : “ And she knows too,
And she conceals it.”
The truth at once, but with no word from me ;
And now thus early risen she goes to inform
you may yet be saved, and therefore fly: But heal me with your pardon ere you go.'
• What pardon, sweet Melissa, for a blush ?'
Said Cyril : ‘Pale one, blush again : than wear
Those lilies, better blush our lives away.
Yet let us breathe for one hour more in Heaven'