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He added, • lest some classic Angel speak
To tumble, Vulcans, on the second morn.
But I will melt this marble into wax
To yield us farther furlough :' and he went.
Melissa shook her doubtful curls, and thought
He scarce would prosper. • Tell us,' Florian ask'd, “How
grew this feud betwixt the right and left.' • O long ago,' she said, “ betwixt these two
Division smoulders hidden : 'tis
Too jealous, often fretful as the wind
Pent in a crevice : much I bear with her :
I never knew my father, but she says
And still she rail'd against the state of things.
But when your sister came she won the heart
Of Ida : they were still together, grew
(For so they said themselves) inosculated ;
Consonant chords that shiver to one note ;
One mind in all things : yet my mother still
As flies the shadow of a bird she fled.
Then murmur'd Florian gazing after her. * An open-hearted maiden, true and pure. If I could love, why this were she : how pretty Her blushing was, and how she blush'd again, As if to close with Cyril's random wish : Not like your Princess cramm'd with erring pride, Nor like poor Psyche whom she drags in tow.'
• The crane,' I said, 'may chatter of the crane, The dove may murmur of the dove, but I
An eagle clang an eagle to the sphere.
My princess, O my princess ! true she errs,
But in her own grand way : being herself
Three times more noble than threescore of men,
She sees herself in every woman else,
And so she wears her error like a crown
To blind the truth and me : for her, and her,
Hebes are they to hand ambrosia, mix
The nectar ; but-ah she-whene'er she moves
The Samian Herè rises and she speaks
A Memnon smitten with the morning Sun.
So saying from the court we paced, and gain'd The terrace ranged along the Northern front, And leaning there on those balusters, high Above the empurpled champaign, drank the gale That blown about the foliage underneath, And sated with the innumerable rose,
Beat balm upon our eyelids.
Cyril, and yawning hard task,' he cried,
'Better to clear prime forests, heave and thump
A league of street in summer solstice down,
I knock'd and, bidden, enter'd ; found her there
At point to move, and settled in her eyes
Concealment: she demanded who we were,
And why we came? I fabled nothing fair,
With open eyes, and we must take the chance.
But such extremes, I told her, well might harm
“ So puddled as it is with favouritism.”
I tried the mother's heart. Shame might befal
Melissa, knowing, saying not she knew :
Her answer was
Leave me to deal with that.”
I spoke of war to come and many
May beat admission in a thousand years,
I recommenced ; “ Decide not ere you pause.
I find you here but in the second place
the third—the authentic foundress you.
I offer boldly : we will seat you highest :
And your great name flow on with broadening time For ever.” Well, she balanced this a little,
And told me she would answer us to-day,
Meantime be mute : thus much, nor more I gain’d.'