Of echoes, and a moment, and once more Of fighting. On his haunches rose the steed, From those two bulks at Arac's side, and down From Arac's arm, as from a giant's flail, The large blows rain'd, as here and everywhere He rode the mellay, lord of the ringing lists, And all the plain - brand, mace, and shaft, and shield Shock'd, like an iron-clanging anvil bang'd I glanced aside, and saw the palace-front His visage all agrin as at a wake, Made at me thro' the press, and, staggering back With stroke on stroke the horse and horse man came As comes a pillar of electric cloud, On a wood, and takes, and breaks, and cracks, and splits, And twists the grain with such a roar that Reels, and the herdsmen cry; for everything With Psyche's color round his helmet, tough, Stretch with ñerce heat; a moment hand to hand, And sword to sword, and horse to horse we hung, Till I struck out and shouted; the blade glanced; I did but shear a feather, and dream and truth Flow'd from me; darkness closed me; and I fell. Home they brought her warrior dead : She nor swoon'd, nor utter'd cry: All her maidens, watching, said, "She must weep or she will die." Then they praised him, soft and low, Call'd him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stept, Took the face-cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her kneeLike summer tempest came her tears. "Sweet my child, I live for thee." VI. Till understanding all the foolish work Her iron will was broken in her mind; A feeling finger on my brows, and presently "O Sire," she said, "he lives: he is not dead : O let me have him with my brethren here make mine not yours, It is not yours, but mine: give me the child," Ceased all on tremble: piteous was the cry: So stood the unhappy mother open-mouth'd, And turn'd each face her way: wan was her cheek With hollow watch, her blooming mantle torn, The sacred mother's bosom, panting, burst 'rail'd himself up on one knee: then he drew Her robe to meet his lips, and down she look'd At the arm'd man sideways, pitying, as it seem'd, Or self-involved; but when she learnt his But Love and Nature, these are two more terrible And stronger. See, your foot is on our necks, We vanquish'd, you the Victor of your will. What would you more? give her the child! remain Orb'd in your isolation: he is dead, Or all as dead: henceforth we let you be : Win you the hearts of women; and beware Lest, where you seek the common love of these, The common hate with the revolving wheel Should drag you down, and some great Nemesis Break from a darken'd future, crown'd with fire, And tread you out forever: but howsoe'er Or own one part of sense not flint to prayer, At first her eye with slow dilation roll'd Sole comfort of my dark hour, when a world I might be something to thee, when I felt wish it Gentle as freedom"- -here she kissed it: then "All good go with thee! take it, Sir," and foot, And hugg'd and never hugg'd it close enough, And in her hunger mouth'd and mumbled it, And hid her bosom with it; after that Put on more calm and added suppliantly: "We two were friends: I go to mine own land Forever find some other: as for me I scarce am fit for your great plans: yet speak to me, Say one soft word and let me part forgiven.” But Ida spoke not, rapt upon the child. Then Arac. "Ida-'sdeath! you blame the man; You wrong yourselves -the woman is so hard Of your great head- for he is wounded tooThat you may tend upon him with the prince." 66 66 Ay so," said Ida with a bitter smile, "Our laws are broken: let him enter too." Then Violet, she that sang the mournful song, And had a cousin tumbled on the plain, Petition'd too for him. Ay so, "she said, "I stagger in the stream: I cannot keep My heart an eddy from the brawling hour: We break our laws with ease, but let it be." "Ay so?" said Blanche: "Amazed am I to hear Your Highness: but your Highness breaks with ease The law your Highness did not make : 't was I. I had been wedded wife, I knew mankind, And block'd them out; but these men came to woo Your Highness- verily I think to win." So she, and turn'd askance a wintry eye: But Ida with a voice, that like a bell Toll'd by an earthquake in a trembling tower, Rang ruin, answer'd full of grief and scorn. "Fling our doors wide! all, all, not one, but all, Not only he, but by my mother's soul, Had left us rock. She fain would sting us too, But shall not. Pass, and mingle with your likes. We brook no further insult but are gone." She turn'd; the very nape of her white neck Was rosed with indignation: but the Prince Her brother came; the king her father charm'd Her wounded soul with words: nor did mine Own Refuse her proffer, lastly gave his hand. Then us they lifted up, dead weights, and bare Straight to the doors: to them the doors gave way Groaning, and in the Vestal entry shriek'd And on they moved and gain'd the hall, and there Rested but great the crush was, and each base, To left and right, of those tall columns drown'd In silken fluctuation and the swarm Of female whisperers: at the further end The common men with rolling eyes; amazed Now fired an angry Pallas on the helm, Of fright in far apartments. The long-laid galleries past a hundred doors due So was their sanctuary violated, They sang, they read: till she not fair, began But sadness on the soul of Ida fell, And hatred of her weakness, blent with shame. Old studies fail'd; seldom she spoke; but oft Clomb to the roofs, and gazed alone for hours On that disastrous leaguer, swarms of men Darkening her female field: void was her |