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No more ; but woman-vested as I was
Plunged ; and the flood drew ; yet I caught her ; then Oaring one arm, and bearing in my left
The weight of all the hopes of half the world,
Strove to buffet to land in vain. A tree
Was half-disrooted from his place and stoop’d
Mid-channel. Right on this we drove and caught,
There stood her maidens glimmeringly group'd In the hollow bank. One reaching forward drew
My burthen from mine arms ; they cried ‘she lives !' They bore her back into the tent : but I,
So much a kind of shame within me wrought,
Not yet endured to meet her opening eyes,
(For since her horse was lost I left her mine)
Across the woods, and less from Indian craft
Than beelike instinct hiveward, found at length
The garden portals. Two great statues, Art
His rash intrusion, manlike, but his brows
Had sprouted, and the branches thereupon
Spread out at top, and grimly spiked the gates.
A little space was left between the horns, Thro' which I clamber'd o'er at top with pain,
Dropt on the sward, and up the linden walks,
Now poring on the glowworm, now the star,
Thro' a great arc his seven slow suns.
Of lightest echo, then a loftier form
Than female, moving thro' the uncertain gloom,
Disturb'd me with the doubt if this were she'
But it was Florian.
· Hist O hist,' he said,
They seek us : out so late is out of rules.
Moreover" seize the strangers ” is the cry.
How came you here? ' I told him ; 'I' said he
* Last of the train, a moral leper, I,
To whom none spake, half-sick at heart, return’d.
The head of Holofernes peep'd and saw.
Girl after girl was call’d to trial : each
Was silent ; closer prest, denied it not :
And then, demanded if her mother knew,
Or Psyche, she affirm'd not, or denied :
For Psyche's child to cast it from the doors ;
She sent for Blanche to accuse her face to face ;
And I slipt out : but whither will
Would rather we had never come! I dread
His wildness, and the chances of the dark.'
* And yet,' I said, 'you wrong him more than I That struck him : this is proper to the clown, Tho' smock'd, or furr'd and purpled, still the clown, To harm the thing that trusts bim, and to shame That which he says he loves : for Cyril, howe'er He deal in frolic, as to-night—the song Might have been worse and sinn'd in grosser lips Beyond all pardon-as it is, I hold
These flashes on the surface are not he.
He has a solid base of temperament:
But as the waterlily starts and slides
Scarce had I ceased when from a tamarisk near
Two Proctors leapt upon us, crying, Names'
And double in and out the boles, and race
By all the fountains : fleet I was of foot :
I heard the puff'd pursuer ; at mine ear
They haled us to the Princess where she sat
High in the hall : above her droop'd a lamp,
And made the single jewel on her brow
Prophet of storm : a handmaid on each side
Bow'd toward her, combing out her long black hair