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So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales
Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth
Arise to thee; the children call, and I
Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound,
The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
And murmuring of innumerable bees.'
So she low-toned ; while with shut eyes I lay Listening ; then look'd. Pale was the perfect face ; The bosom with long sighs labour'd ; and meek Seem’d the full lips, and mild the luminous eyes,
And the voice trembled and the hand. She said
Brokenly, that she knew it, she had fail'd
In sweet humility ; had fail'd in all ;
That all her labour was but as a block
Left in the quarry ; but she still were loth,
She still were loth to yield herself to one,
Against the sons of men, and barbarous laws.
She pray'd me not to judge their cause from her That wrong'd it, sought far less for truth than power In knowledge: something wild within her breast,
A greater than all knowledge, beat her down.
And she had nursed me there from week to week :
Much had she learnt in little time. In part
It was ill counsel had misled the girl
Choked, and her forehead sank
And her great heart thro' all the faultful Past
Went sorrowing in a pause I dared not break;
Sent from a dewy breast a cry for light :
• Blame not thyself too much,' I said, 'nor blame
Too much the sons of men and barbarous laws ;
These were the rough ways of the world till now. Henceforth thou hast a helper, me, that know The woman's cause is man's : they rise or sink
Together, dwarf'd or godlike, bond or free:
For she that out of Lethe scales with man
The shining steps of Nature, shares with man
Within her- let her make herself her own
To give or keep, to live and learn and be
All that not harms distinctive womanhood.
For woman is not undevelopt man
But diverse : could we make her as the man,
Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this
Not like to like, but like in difference.
Yet in the long years liker must they grow ;
The man be more of woman, she of man ;
He gain in sweetness and in moral height,
Till at the last she set herself to man,
Like perfect music unto noble words ;
Self-reverent each and reverencing each,
Distinct in individualities,
But like each other ev'n as those who love.
Then comes the statelier Eden back to men :
May these things be!'
Sighing she spoke • I fear
They will not.'
• Dear, but let us type them now
And again sighing she spoke : * A dream That once was mine! what woman taught you this ? '