. The princess, a medley. From hills that lookd across a land of hope. I. A Prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,Of temper amorous, as the first of May,With lengths of yellow ringlet, like a girl,For on my cradle shone the Northern star. There lived an ancient legend in our sorcerer, whom a far-off grandsire burntBecause he cast no shadow, had foretold,Dying, that none of all our blood should knowThe shadow from the substance, and that one A MEDLEY. 27 Should come to fight with shadows and to fall: 10 For so, my mother said, the story ran. And, truly, waking dreams were, more o
. The princess, a medley. From hills that lookd across a land of hope. I. A Prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,Of temper amorous, as the first of May,With lengths of yellow ringlet, like a girl,For on my cradle shone the Northern star. There lived an ancient legend in our sorcerer, whom a far-off grandsire burntBecause he cast no shadow, had foretold,Dying, that none of all our blood should knowThe shadow from the substance, and that one A MEDLEY. 27 Should come to fight with shadows and to fall: 10 For so, my mother said, the story ran. And, truly, waking dreams were, more or less, An old and strange affection of the house. Myself too had weird seizures, Heaven knows what: On a sudden in the midst of men and day, And while I walkd and talkd as heretofore, I seemd to move among a world of ghosts, And feel myself the shadow of a dream. Our great court-Galen poised his gilt-head cane, And pawd his beard, and rnutterd catalepsy. 20 My mother pitying made a thousand prayers; My mother was as mild
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