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Of spirit than to junketing and love.
Love is it? Would this same mock-love, and this
Mock-Hymen were laid up like winter bats,
Till all men grew to rate us at our worth,
That gives the manners of your countrywomen ?'
She spoke and turn'd her sumptuous head with eyes
Of shining expectation fixt on mine.
Then while I dragg'd my brains for such a song,
Cyril, with whom the bell-mouth'd flask had wrought,
Or master'd by the sense of sport, began
To troll a careless, careless tavern-catch
Of Moll and Meg, and strange experiences
Unmeet for ladies. Florian nodded at him,
I frowning ; Psyche flush'd and wann'd and shook ;
The lilylike Melissa droop'd her brows;
• Forbear' the Princess cried ; Forbear, Sir’I;
And heated thro' and thro' with wrath and love,
I smote him on the breast; he started
There rose a shriek as of a city sack' ;
Said Ida ; • home! to horse !' and fled, as flies
A troop of snowy doves athwart the dusk,
When some one batters at the dovecote-doors,
Disorderly the women. Alone I stood
desires, Clang’d on the bridge ; and then another shriek, • The Head, the Head, the Princess, O the Head !' For blind with rage she miss'd the plank, and rollid In the river. Out I sprang from glow to gloom :
There whirl'd her white robe like a blossom’d branch
Rapt to the horrible fall :
glance I gave,
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
The weight of all the hopes of half the world,
Strove to buffet to land in vain.
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,
Across the woods, and less from Indian craft
Than beelike instinct hiveward, found at length
The garden portals. Two great statues, Art
And Science, Caryatids, lifted up
A weight of emblem, and betwixt were valves
His rash intrusion, manlike, but his brows
Had sprouted, and the branches thereupon
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,
Thro' a great arc his seven slow suns.
Of lightest echo, then a loftier form
Than female, moving thro' the uncertain gloom,
But it was Florian. “Hist 0 hist,' he said,
• They seek us : out so late is out of rules.
Moreover “ seize the strangers ” is the cry.
The head of Holofernes peep'd and saw.
Girl after girl was call’d to trial : each
Was silent ; closer prest, denied it not :
Or Psyche, she affirm'd not, or denied :
For Psyche, but she was not there ; she call’d
For Psyche's child to cast it from the doors ;