. The princess, a medley. But on my shoulder hung their heavy hands,The weight of destiny : so from her faceThey pushd us, down the steps, and thro the court,And with grim laughter thrust us out at gates. We crossd the street and gaind a petty moundBeyond it, whence we saw the lights and heardThe voices murmuring. While I listend, cameOn a sudden the weird seizure and the doubt:I seemd to move among a world of ghosts;The Princess with her monstrous woman-guard, 540 The jest and earnest working side by side,The cataract and the tumult and the kingsWere shadows; and the long fantastic nightWith
. The princess, a medley. But on my shoulder hung their heavy hands,The weight of destiny : so from her faceThey pushd us, down the steps, and thro the court,And with grim laughter thrust us out at gates. We crossd the street and gaind a petty moundBeyond it, whence we saw the lights and heardThe voices murmuring. While I listend, cameOn a sudden the weird seizure and the doubt:I seemd to move among a world of ghosts;The Princess with her monstrous woman-guard, 540 The jest and earnest working side by side,The cataract and the tumult and the kingsWere shadows; and the long fantastic nightWith all its doings had and had not been,And all things were and were not. This went byAs strangely as it came, and on my spiritsSettled a gentle cloud of melancholy;Not long; I shook it off; for spite of doubtsAnd sudden ghostly shadowings I was oneTo whom the touch of all mischance but came 550 I As night to him that sitting on a hillSees the midsummer, midnight, Norway sun I Set into sunrise ; then we moved away. So Lilia sang : we thought her half-possessd,She struck such warbling fury thro the words;And, after, feigning pique at what she calldThe raillery, or grotesque, or false sublime — 88 THE PRINCESS. Like one that wishes at a dance to changeThe music — clapt her hands and cried for war,Or some grand fight to kill and make an end :And he that next inherited the tale,Half turning to the broken statue, said, Sir Ralph has got your colors ; if I proveYour knight, and fight your battle, what for me ?It chanced, her empty glove upon the tombLay by her like a model of her took it and she flung it. Fight/ she said, And make us all we would be, great and knightlike in his cap instead of casque,A cap of Tyrol borrowd from the hall,Arranged the favor, and assumed the Prince.
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