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On a wood, and takes, and breaks, and cracks, and There dwelt an iron nature in the grain : splits,
The glittering axe was broken in their arms, And twists the grain with such a roar that Earth Their arms were shatter'd to the shoulder blade. Reels, and the herdsmen cry; for everything Gave way before him: only Florian, he
“Our enemies have fall'n, but this shall grow That loved me closer than his own right eye, A night of Summer from the heat, a breadth Thrust in between ; but Arac rode him down :
Of Autumu, dropping fruits of power; and roll'd And Cyril seeing it, push'd against the Prince,
With music in the growing breeze of Time,
Shall move the stony bases of the world.
“And now, O maids, hehold our sanctuary Stretch with fierce heat; a moment hand to hand,
Is violate, our laws broken : fear we not And sword to sword, and horse to horse we hung,
To break them more in their behoof, whose arms Till I struck out and shouted; the blade glanced ;
Champion'd our canse and wou it with a day I did but shear a feather, and dream and truth
Blanch'd in our annals, and perpetual feast, Flow'd from me; darkness closed me; and I fell.
When dames and heroines of the golden year
Shall strip a hundred hollows bare of Sprius, Home they bronght her warrior dead:
To rain an April of ovation round She nor swoon'd, nor utter'il cry:
Their statues, borne aloft, the three: bnt come, All her maidens, watching, said,
We will be liberal, since our rights are won. * She must weep or she will die."
Let them not lie in the tents with coarse maukind,
Ili nurses; but descend, and proffer these Then they praised him, soft and low,
The brethren of our blood and cause, that there Call'd him worthy to be loved,
Lie bruised and maim'd, the tender ministries Triest friend and noblest foe;
of female hands and hospitality." Yet she neither spoke nor moved.
She spoke, and with the babe yet in her arms, Stole a maiden from her place,
Descending, burst the great brouze valves, and led Lightly to the warrior stept,
A hundred maids in train across the Park. Took the face-cloth from the face ;
Some cowl'd, and some bare-headed, on they came, Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Their feet in flowers, her loveliest : by them weut Rose a nurse of ninety years,
The enamor'd air sighing, and on their curls
From the high tree the blossom wavering fell, Like summer tempest came her tears
And over them the tremulous isles of light, “Sweet my child, I live for thee."
Slided, they moving under shade : but Blanche
At distance follow'd: so they came: anon
Thro' open field into the lists they wound
Timorously; and as the leader of the herd
That holds a stately fretwork to the Sun,
And follow'd up by a hundred airy does,
Steps with a tender foot, light as on air, do often that I spake as having seen.
The lovely, lordly creature floated on
To where her wounded brethren lay; there stay'a : For so it seem'd, or so they said to me,
Kuelt on one knee,-the child on one,-and prest That all things grew more tragic and more strange: Their hands, and call'd them dear deliverers, That when our side was vanquish'd and my cause
Aud happy warriors and immortal names, Forever lost, there went up a great cry,
And said, “You shall not lie in the tents but here, The Prince is slain. My father heard and ran
And nursed by those for whom you fought, and In on the lists, and there unlaced my casque
served And grovelld on my body, and after him
With female hands and hospitality." Came Psyche, sorrowing for Aglaia.
Then, whether moved by this, or was it chance, But high upon the palace Ida stood
She past my way. Up started from my side With Psyche's babe in arm : there on the roofs
The old lion, glaring with his whelpless eye, Like that great dame of Lapidoth she sang.
Silent; but when she saw me lying stark, “Onr enemies have fall'n, have fallin ; the seed
Dishelm'd and mute, and motionlessly pale, The little seed they laugh'd at in the dark,
Cold ev'n to her, she sigh'd ; and when she saw Has risen and cleft the soil, and grown a bulk
The haggard father's face and reverend beard of spanless girth, that lays on every side
Of grisly twine, all dabbled with the blood A thousand arms and rushes to the Sun.
of his own son, shudder'd, a twitch of pain
Tortured her month, and o'er her forehead past “Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: they came:
A shadow, and her hne changed, and she said: The leaves were wet with women's tears: they heard
“He saved my life: my brother slew him for it." A noise of songs they would not understand:
No more: at which the king in bitter scorn They mark'd it with the red cross to the fall,
Drew from my neck the painting and the trese, And would have strown it, and are fall’n themselves. And held them up: she saw them, and a day
Rose from the distance on her memory, "Our enemies have fall’n, have fall'n: they came, When the good Queen, her mother, shore the tress The woodmen with their axes: lo the tree !
With kisses, ere the days of Lady Blanche: Bat we will make it fagots for the hearth,
And then once more she look'd at my pale face: And shape it plank and beam for roof and floor, Till understanding all the foolish work And boats and bridges for the use of men.
of Fancy, and the bitter close of all,
Her iron will was broken in her mind; "Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: they struck; Her noble heart was molten in her breast; With their own blows they hurt themsolves, nor She bow'd, she set the child on the carth; she laid knew
| A feeling finger on my brows, and presently
"O Sire," she said, “he lives : he is not dead : Pledge of a love not to be mine, farewell; 0 let me have him with my brethren here
These men are hard upon us as of old, In our own palace: we will tend on him
We two must part: and yet how fain was I Like one of these ; if so, by any means,
To dream thy cause embraced in mine, to ibink To lighten this great clog of thanks, that make I might be something to thee, when I felt Our progress falter to the woman's goal.”
Thy helpless warmth about my barren breast
In the dead prine: bnt may thy mother prove She said: but at the happy word "he lives," As true to thee as false, false, false to me! My father stoop'd, re-father'd o'er my wounds. And, if thou needs must bear the yoke, I wish it So those two foes above my fallen life,
Gentle as freedom"-here she kissed it: thenWith brow to brow like night and evening mixt “ All good go with thee! take it, Sir," and so Their dark and gray, while Psyche ever stole Laid the soft babe in his hard-mailed hands, A little nearer, till the babe that by ns,
Who turu'd half-round to Psyche as she sprang Half-lapt in glowing gatze and golden brede, To meet it, with an eye that swum in thanks; Lay like a new-fall'n meteor on the grass,
Theu felt it sound and whole from head to foot, Uncared for, spied its mother and began
And hugg'd and never hugg'd it close enough, A blind and babbling laughter, and to dance Aud in her hunger month'd and mumbled it, Its body, and reach its fatling innocent arms And hid her bosom with it; after that And lazy lingering fingers. She the appeal
Put on more calm and added suppliantly: Brook'd not, but clamoring out “Mine-mine-not yours,
“We two were friends: I go to mine own land It is not yonrs, but mine: give me the child," Forever: find some other : as for me Ceased all on tremble : piteous was the cry:
I scarce am fit for your great plaus : yet seal So stood the unhappy mother open-mouth'd,
But Ida spoke not, rapt upon the child.
You wrong yourselves the woman is so hard The laces toward her babe; but she nor cared Upon the woman. Come, a grace to me! Nor knew it, clamoring on, till Ida heard,
I am your warrior; I and mine have fought Look'd up, and rising slowly from me, stood Your battle: kiss her; take her hand, sbe weeps : Erect and silent, striking with her glance
'Sdeath! I would sooner fight thrice o'er than see it." The mother, me, the child ; but he that lay Beside us, Cyril, batter'd as he was,
But Ida spoke not, gazing on the ground,
" I've heard that there is iron in the blood, Remembering his ill-omen'd song, arose
And I believe it. Not one word ? not one ? Once more thro' all her height, and o'er him grew
Whence drew you this steel temper? not from me, Tall as a figure lengthen'd on the sand
Not from your mother now a saint with saints. When the tide ebbs in sunshine, and he said: She said you had a heart-I heard her say it
Our Ida has a heart'-just ere she died"O fair and strong and terrible! Lioness
But see that some one with authority That with your long locks play the Lion's mane ! Be near her still,' and I-I sought for oneBut Love and Nature, these are two more terrible All people said she had authorityAnd stronger. See, your foot is on our necks, The Lady Blanche: much profit! Not one word ; We vanqnish’d, you the Victor of your will.
No! tho' your father sues: see how you stand What would yon more? give her the child! remain 'Stiff as Lot's wife, and all the good knights maim'd, Orb'd in your isolation: he is dead,
I trust that there is no one hurt to death, Or all as dead: henceforth we let yon be:
For your wild whim: and was it then for this, Win you the hearts of women; and beware
Was it for this we gave our palace up, Lest, where you seek the common love of these, Where we withdrew from summer heats and state, The common hate with the revolving wheel Ard had our wine and chess beneath the planes, Should drag you down, and some great Nemesis And many a pleasant hour with her that's gone, Break from a darken'd future, crown'd with fire, Ero you were born to vex us? Is it kind ? And tread you out forever: but howsoe'er
Speak to her I say: is this not she of whom, Fix'd in yourself, never in your own arms
When first she came, all flush'd you said to me To hold your own, deny not hers to her,
Now had you got a friend of your own age, Give her the child ! O if, I say, you keep
Now could you share your thought; now should Une pulse that beats true woman, if you loved
men sce The breast that fed or arm that dandled you,
Two women faster welded in one love Or own one part of sense not flint to prayer, Than pairs of wedlock; she you walk'd with, she Give her the child ! or if you scorn to lay it,
You talk'd with, whole nights long, up in the tower, Yourself, in hanas so lately claspt with yours, Of sine and arc, spheroid and azimuth, Or speak to her, your dearest, her one fault
And right ascension, Heaven knows what; and now
Not one to spare her: out upon you, flint!
You love nor her, nor me, nor any ; nay,
You shame your mother's judgment too. Not one! Dry flame, she listening: after sauk and sank You will not ? well-no heart have you, or such And, into mournful twilight mellowing, dwelt
As fancies like the vermin in a nut Full on the child; she took it: "Pretty bud!
Have fretted all to dust and bitterness." Lily of the vale: half-open'd bell of the woods! So said the small king moved beyond his wont. Sole comfort of my dark honr, when a world or traitorous friend and broken system made
But Ida stood nor spoke, drain'd of her force No purple in the distance, mystery,
By many a varying influence and so long.
Down thro' her limbs a drooping languor wept: Bnt shall not. Pass, and mingle with your likes.
We brook no further insult but are gone."
She turn'd; the very nape of her wbite neck Lifting his grim head from my wounds.
Was rosed with indignation : but the Prince Woman, whom we thonght woman even now, Her brother came; the king her father charm'd And were half fool'd to let yon tend our son, Her wounded sonl with words: nor did mine own Because he might have wish'd it—but we see Refuse her proffer, lastly gave his hand. The accomplice of your madness unforgiven, And think that you might mix his draught with Then us they lifted up, dead weights, and bare death,
Straight to the doors: to them the doors gave way When your skies change again : the rougher hand Groaning, and in the Vestal entry shriek'd Is safer: on to the tents: take up the Prince.” The virgin marble under iron heels:
And on they moved and gain'd the hall, and there He rose, and while each ear was prick'd to attend Rested: but great the crush was, and each base, A tempest, thro' the cloud that dimm'd her broke To left and right, of those tall columns drown'd A genial warmth and light once more, and shone
In silken fluctuation and the swarm Thro' glittering drops on her sad friend.
or female whisperers: at the further end
“Come hither, Was Ida by the throne, the two great cats O Psyche," she cried out, "embrace me, come,
Close by her, like supporters on a shield, Quick while I melt; make a reconcilement sure
Bow-back'd with fear: but in the centre stood With one that cannot keep her mind an hour:
The common men with rolling eyes; amazed Come to the hollow heart they slander so!
They glared upon the women, and aghast Kiss and be friends, like children being chid !
The women stared at these, all sileui, sare I seem no more. I want forgiveness tvo:
When armor clash'd or jingled, while the day, I should have had to do with none but maids,
Descending, struck athwart the hall, and shot That have no links with men. Ah false but dear,
A flying splendor out of brass and steel, Dear traitor, too much loved, why?-why? Yet see
That o'er the statues leapt from head to head, Before these kings we embrace you yet once moie
Now fired an angry Pallas on the helm, With all forgiveness, all oblivion,
Now set a wrathful Dian's moon on fiame,
And now ant then an echo started up,
And shuddering fled from room to room, and died Grant me your son, to nurse, to wait upon him,
of fright in far apartments. Like mine own brother. For my debt to him,
Then the voice This nightmare weight of gratitude, I know it; of Ida sounded, issuing ordinance: Taunt me no more: yourself and yours shall have
And me they bore up the broad stairs, and thro' Free adit; we will scatter all our maids
The long-laid galleries past a hundred doors Till happier times each to her proper hearth:
To one deep chamber shut from sound, and due What use to keep them here now? grant my prayer. To languid limbs and sickness ; left me in it; Help, father, brother, help; speak to the king:
And others otherwhere they laid; and all Thaw this male nature to some touch of that
That afternoon a sound arose of hoof Which kills me with myself, and drags me down
And chariot, many a maiden passing home From my fixt height to mob me up with all
Till happier times; but some were left of those The soft and milky rabble of womankind,
Held sagest, and the great lords out and in, Poor weakling ev'ı as they are."
From those two hosts that lay beside the walls,
Passionate tears Walk'd at their will, and everything was changed. Follow'd: the king replied not: Cyril said: ** Your brother, Lady,--Florian,-ask for him
Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea ; of your great head-for he is wounded tooThat you may tend upon him with the prince."
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the
shape, " Ay so," said Ida with a bitter smile, ** Our laws are broken: let him enter too."
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape; Then Violet, she that sang the mournful song,
But I too fond, when have I answer'd thee!
Ask me no more.
Ask me no more: what answer should I give?
I love not hollow cheek or faded eye:
Yet, () my friend, I will not have thee die! ** Ay so?" said Blanche: “Amazed am I to hear
Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live ;
Ask me no more.
Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd: I had been wedded wife, I knew mankind,
I strove against the stream and all in vain: And block'd them ont; but these men came to woo
Let the great river take me to the main: Your Highness-verily I think to win."
No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield;
Ask me no more.
So was their sanctuary violated, Rang ruin, answer'd full of grief and scorn.
So their fair college turn'd to hospital;
At first with all confusion : by and by “Fling our doors wide! all, all, not one, but all, Sweet order lived again with other laws: Not only he, but by my mother's soul,
A kindlier influence reigo'd; and everywhere Whatever man les wounded, friend or foe,
Low voices with the ministering hand Shall enter, if he will. Let our girls fit,
Hung round the sick: the maidens came, they talk'd, Till the storm die! but had you stood by us, They sang, they read: till she not fair, began The roar that breaks the Pharos from his base To gather light, and she that was, became Had left us rock. She sain would sting us too, Her former beauty treble; and to and fro
With books, with flowers, with Angel offices, And call her hard and cold which seem'd a truth : Like creatures native unto gracions act,
And still she fear'd that I should lose my mind, And in their own clear element, they moved. And often she believed that I should die:
Till out of loug frustration of her care, But sadness on the soul of Ida fell,
And pensive teudance in the all-weary noons, And hatred of her weakness, blent with shame. And watches in the dead, the dark, when clocks Old studies fail'd; seldom she spoke; but oft Throbb'd thunder thro' the palace floors, or callid Clomb to the roofs, and gazed alone for hours On flying Time from all their silver tonguesOn that disastrous leaguer, swarms of men
And out of memories of her kindlier days, Darkening her female field : void was her use; And sidelong glances at my father's grief, And she as one that climbs a peak to gaze
And at the happy lovers heart in heartO'er land and main, and sees a great black cloud And ont of hauntings of my spoken love, Drag inward from the deeps, a wall of night, And lonely listenings to my mutter'd dream, Blot out the slope of sea from verge to shore, And often feeling of the helpless hands, And suck the blinding splendor from the sand, And wordless broodings on the wasted cheekAnd quenching lake by lake and tarn by tarn From all a closer interest fourieb'd up, Expunge the world: so fared she gazing there; Tenderness touch by touch, and last, to these, So blacken'd all her world in secret, blank
Love, like an Alpine harebell hung with tears Aud waste it seem'd and vain ; till down she came, By some cold morning glacier; frail at first And found fair peace once more among the sick. And feeble, all unconscious of itself,
But such as gather'd color day by day,
Last I woke sane, but wellnigh close to death Lay silent in the muffled cage of life:
For weakness: it was evening: silent light And twilight gloom'd ; and broader-grown the bowers Slept on the painted walls, wherein were wrought Drew the great night into themselves, and Heaven, Two grand designs: for on one side arose Star after star, arose and fell; but I,
The women up in wild revolt, and storm'd Deeper than those weird doubts could reach me, lay At the Oppian law. Titanic shapes, they cramm'd Quite sunder'd from the moving Universe,
The forum, and half-crush'd among the rest Nor knew what eye was on me, nor the hand A dwarflike Cato cower'd. On the other side That nursed me, more than infants in their sleep. Hortensia spoke against the tax; behind,
A train of dames: by axe and eagle sat, But Psyche tended Florian : with her oft
With all their foreheads drawn in Roman scowls, Melissa came; for Blauche had gone, but left And half the wolf's-milk curdled in their veins, Her child among us, willing she should keep The fierce triumvirs; and before them paused Court-lavor: here and there the small bright head, Ilortensia, pleading: angry was her face. A light of healing glanced about the couch, Or thro' the parted silks the tender face
I saw the forms: I knew not where I was. Peep'd, shining in upon the wounded man
They did but seem as hollow shows; nor more With blush and smile, a medicine in themselves Sweet Ida: palm to palm she sat: the dew To wile the length from languorous hours, and draw Dwelt in her eyes, and softer all her shape The sting from pain; por seem'd it strange that soon And rounder show'd : I moved: I sigh'd: a touch He rose up whole, and those fair charities
Came round my wrist, and tears upon my hand: Join'd at her side; nor stranger seem'd that hearts Then all for languor and self-pity ran So gentle, so employ'd, should close in love, Mine down my face, and with what life I had, Than when two dew-drops on the petal shake And like a flower that cannot all unfold, To the same sweet air, and tremble decper down, So drench'd it is with tempest, to the sun, And slip at once all-fragrant into one.
Yet, as it may, turns toward him, I on her
Fixt my faint eyes, and utter'd whisperingly : Less prosperously the second suit obtain'd At first with Psyche. Not thongh Blanche had sworn “If you be, what I think you, some sweet dream, That after that dark night among the fields, I would but ask you to fulfil yourself: She needs must wed him for her own good name; But if you be that Ida whom I kuew, Not tho' he built upon the babe restored ;
I ask you nothing : only, if a dream, Nor tho’ she liked him, yielded she, but fear'd Sweet dream, be perfect. I shall die to-night. To incense the Head once more ; till on a day Stoop down and seem to kiss me ere I die." When Cyril pleaded, Ida came behind Seen but of Psyche: on her foot she hung
I could no more, but lay like one in trance, A moment, and she heard, at which her face That hears his burial talk'd of by his friends, A little tinsh'd, and she past on; but each
And cannot speak, por move, nor make one sign, Assumed from thence, a half-consent involved But lies and dreads his doom. She turn'd; she In stillness, plighted troth, and were at peace.
She stoop'd; and out of languor leapt a cry; Nor only these: Love in the sacred halls
Leapt fiery Passion from the brinks of death; Held carnival at will, and flying struck
And I believed that in the living world With showers of random sweet on maid and man. My spirit closed with Ida's at the lips; Nor did her father cease to press my claim,
Till back I fell, and from mine arms she rose Nor did mine own now reconciled; nor yet
Glowing all over noble shame; and all Did those twin brothers, risen again and whole; Her falser self slipt from her like a robe, Nor Arac, satiate with his victory.
Aud left her woman, lovelier in her mood
Than in her mould that other, when she came But I lay still, and with me oft she sat :
From barren deeps to conquer all with love: Then came a change; for sometimes I would catch And down the streaming crystal dropt; and she Her hand in wild delirium, gripe it hard,
Far-fleeted by the purple island-sides, And fling it like a viper off, and shriek
Naked, a double light in air and wave, “You are not Ida ;" clasp it once again,
To meet her Graces, where they deck'd her out And call her Ida, tho' I knew her not,
For worship without end ; nor end of mine, And call her sweet, as if in irony,
Stateliest, for thee! but mute she glided forth,
Nor glanced behind her, and I sank and slept, A greater than all knowledge, beat her down.
Much had she learnt in little time. In part
To vex true hearts: yet was she but a girl-
"Ah fool, and made myself a Queen of farce !
When comes another such ? never, I think ! “Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white : Till the Sun drop dead from the signs." Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Her voice Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: Choked, and her forehead sank npon her hands, The firefly wakens : waken thou with me.
And her great heart through all the faultfu! Past
Went sorrowing in a pause I dared not break; "Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, Till notice of a change in the dark world And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Was lisp'd about the acacias, and a bird,
That early woke to feed her little ones, “Now lies the Earth all Danac to the stars, Sent from a dewy breast a cry for light: And all thy heart lies open unto me.
She moved, and at her feet the volume fell.
“Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves “Blame not thyself too much," I said, “nor biame A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
Too much the sons of men and barbarous laws;
These were the rough ways of the world till now. "Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
Henceforth thou hast a helper, me, that know And slips into the bosom of the lake:
The woman's cause is man's: they rise or siuk S) fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Together, dwarf'd or godlike, bond or free: Into my bosom ana be lost in me."
For she that out of Lethe scales with man
The shining steps of Nature, shares with man I heard her turn the page ; she found a small His vights, his days, moves with him to one goal, Sweet Idyl, and once more, as low, she read: Stays all the fair young planet in her hands
If she be small, slight-natured, miserable, "Come down, o maid, from yonder mountain How shall men grow! but work no more aloue ! height:
Our place is much : as far as iu us lies What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang), We two will serve them both in aiding her-In height and cold, the splendor of the hills ? Will clear away the parasitic forms But cease to move so near the Heavens, and cease That seem to keep her up but drag her downTo glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine,
Will leave her space to burgeon out of all To sit a star upon the sparkling spire;
Within her-let her make herself hier own And come, for Love is of the valley, come,
To give or keep, to live and learn and be For Love is of the valley, come thou down
All that not harms distinctive womanhood. And find him; by the happy threshold, he,
For woman is not uudevelopt man, Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize,
But diverse: could we make her as the man, Or red with spirted purple of the vats,
Sweet love were slain: his dearest bond is this, Or foxlike in the vive ; nor cares to walk
Not like to like, but like in difference.
He gain in sweetness and in moral height,
Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; To roli the torrent ont of dusky doors:
She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, But follow ; let the torrent dance thee down Nor lose the childlike in the larger miud; To find him in the valley; let the wild
Till at the last she set herself to man, Lean-headed Eagles yelp alone, and leave
Like perfect music unto noble words; The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill And so these twain, upon the skirts of Time, Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, Sit side by side, full-summ'd in all their powers, That like a broken purpose waste in air:
Dispensing harvest, sowing the To-be, So waste not thou; but come; for all the vales Self-revereut each and reverencing each, Await thee; azure pillars of the hearth
Distinct in individualities, Arise to thee; the children call, and I
But like each other ev'n as those who love. Try shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Then comes the statelier Eden back to men : Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Then reign the world's great bridals, chaste and Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn,
calm: The moan of doves in immemorial elms,
Then springs the crowning race of humankind. knd murmuring of innumerable bees.”
May these things be!"
Sighing she spoke, “I fear So she low-toned; while with shnt eyes I lay They will not.” Listening: then look'd. Pale was the perfect face :
“Dear, but let us type them now The bosom with long sighs labor'd; and meek In our own lives, and this proud watchword rest Seemid the full lips, and mild the luminous eyes, Of equal; seeing either sex alone And the voice trembled and the hand. She said Is half itself, and in true marriage lies Brokenly, that she kuew it, she had fail'd
Nor equal, nor uneqnal: each fulfils In sweet humility; had fail'd in all;
Defect in each, and always thought in thought, That all her labor was but as a block
Purpose in purpose, will in will, they grow, Lest in the quarry; but she still were !oath, The single pure and perfect animal, She still were loath to yield herself to one, The two-cell'd heart beating, with one full stroke, That wholly scorn'd to help their equal rights Life.” Against the sons of men, and barbarous laws.
And again sighing she spoke: “A dream She pray'd me not to judge their cause from her That once was mine! what woman taught you this ? That wrong'd it, sought far less for truth than power
"Alone," I said, “from earlier than I know, In knowledge. something wild within her brcast, Immersed in rich foreshadowings of the world,