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He ceasing, came a message from the Head.
· That afternoon the Princess rode to take
The dip of certain strata to the North.
Would we go with her ? we should find the land
Agreed to, this, the day fled on thro' all Its range of duties to the appointed hour.
Then summon’d to the porch we went.
Among her maidens, higher by the head,
Her back against a pillar, her foot on one
My pulses, till to horse we clomb, and so
Went forth in long retinue following up
The river as it narrow'd to the hills.
I rode beside her and to me she said :
• O friend, we trust that you esteem'd us not
Again ?' she cried . are you ambassadresses
I stammer'd that I knew him-could have wish'd
• Our king expects was there no precontract
There is no truer-hearted—ah, you seem
All he prefigured, and he could not see
To follow : surely, if your Highness keep
Your purport, you will shock him ev'n to death,
Or baser courses, children of despair.'
Poor boy ' she said 'can he not read-no books?
Quoit, tennis, ball— no games ? nor deals in that
Methinks he seems no better than a girl ;
As girls were once, as we ourselves have been :
We had our dreams ; perhaps he mixt with them : We touch on our dead self, nor shun to do it,
Being other—since we learnt our meaning here,
Upon an even pedestal with man.'
She paused, and added with a haughtier smile • And as to precontracts, we move, my
At no man's beck, but know ourselves and thee,
O Vashti, noble Vashti ! Summon’d out
She kept her state, and left the drunken king
Alas your Highness breathes full East,' I said,
· On that which leans to you.
I know the Prince,
I prize his truth : and then how vast a work
To assail this gray prëeminence of man !
And takes and ruins all ; and thus your pains
May only make that footprint upon sand
With only Fame for spouse
your great deeds For issue, yet may live in vain, and miss,
Meanwhile, what every woman counts her due,
And she exclaim'd,
• Peace, you young savage of the Northern wild !
What! tho' your Prince's love were like a God's,
Have we not made ourself the sacrifice ?
You are bold indeed : we are not talk'd to thus :
Yet will we say for children, would they grew
And sees him err : nor would we work for fame ;
Who learns the one POU STO whence after-hands
May move the world, tho’ she herself effect
But little : wherefore up and act, nor shrink
Of frail successors.
Would, indeed, we had been,
In lieu of many mortal flies, a race