No more, and in our noble sister's cause? More, more, for honour: every captain waits More, more, some fifty on a side, that each May breathe himself, and quick! by overthrow Of these or those, the question settled die.' Yea' answered I for this wild wreath of air, This flake of rainbow flying on the highest Foam of men's deeds-this honour, if ye will. It needs must be for honour if at all: Since, what decision? if we fail, we fail, And if we win, we fail: she would not keep Her compact.' Life! but we will send to her,' Said Arac, 'worthy reasons why she should Bide by this issue: let our missive thro', And you shall have her answer by the word.' 'Boys!' shriek'd the old king, but vainlier than a hen To her false daughters in the pool; for none Regarded; neither seem'd there more to say: He thrice had sent a herald to the gates, To learn if Ida yet would cede our claim, With her own people's life: three times he went : They made him wild: not less one glance he caught Tho' compass'd by two armies and the noise When storm is on the heights, and right and left Suck'd from the dark heart of the long hills roll The torrents, dash'd to the vale: and yet her will Bred will in me to overcome it or fall. But when I told the king that I was pledged To fight in tourney for my bride, he clash'd Himself would tilt it out among the lads: With reasons drawn from age and state, perforce All on this side the palace ran the field A column'd entry shone and marbled stairs, But now fast barr'd: so here upon the flat All that long morn the lists were hammer'd up, With message and defiance went and came ; But shaken here and there, and rolling words 6 O brother, you have known the pangs we felt, What heats of indignation when we heard Of those that iron-cramp'd their women's feet; Where smoulder their dead despots; and of those, Mothers, that, all prophetic pity, fling Their pretty maids in the running flood, and swoops The vulture, beak and talon, at the heart Made for all noble motion: and I saw That equal baseness lived in sleeker times With smoother men: the old leaven leaven'd all : Millions of throats would bawl for civil rights, No woman named therefore I set my face : Against all men and lived but for mine own. I stored it full of rich memorial: I fenced it round with gallant institutes, And biting laws to scare the beasts of prey, Brake on us at our books, and marr'd our peace, Mask'd like our maids, blustering I know not what Of insolence and love, some pretext held Of baby troth, invalid, since my will Seal'd not the bond-the striplings !-for their sport!· I tamed my leopards: shall I not tame these? Or you ? or I? for since you think me touch'd In honour—what, I would not aught of false— |