. The princess, a medley. ling men should come among us, learnt, For many weary moons before we came, This craft of healing. Were you sick, ourself Would tend upon you. To your question now, Which touches on the workman and his work. Let there be light and there was light: t is so : For was, and is, and will be, are but is; And all creation is one act at once, The birth of light: but we that are not all, As parts, can see but parts, now this, now that, 310 And live, perforce, from thought to thought, and make One act a phantom of succession : thus Our weakness somehow shapes the shadow, Time ;
. The princess, a medley. ling men should come among us, learnt, For many weary moons before we came, This craft of healing. Were you sick, ourself Would tend upon you. To your question now, Which touches on the workman and his work. Let there be light and there was light: t is so : For was, and is, and will be, are but is; And all creation is one act at once, The birth of light: but we that are not all, As parts, can see but parts, now this, now that, 310 And live, perforce, from thought to thought, and make One act a phantom of succession : thus Our weakness somehow shapes the shadow, Time ; But in the shadow will we work, and mould The woman to the fuller day. She spakeWith kindled eyes : we rode a league beyond,And, oer a bridge of pinewood crossing, cameOn flowery levels underneath the crag,Full of all beauty. O how sweet, I said A MEDLEY. 65 (For I was half-oblivious of my mask), To linger here with one that loved us !She answerd, or with fair philosophiesThat lift the fancy; for indeed these fields Yea,. Are lovely, lovelier not the Elysian lawns,Where paced the Demigods of old, and sawThe soft white vapor streak the crowned towersBuilt to the Sun : then, turning to her maids, Pitch our pavilion here upon the sward ;Lay out the viands. At the word, they raisedA tent of satin, elaborately wroughtWith fair Commas triumph; here she stood,Engirt with many a florid maiden-cheek,The woman-conqueror ; woman-conquerd thereThe bearded Victor of ten-thousand hymns,5 330 66 THE PRINCESS, And all the men mournd at his side : but weSet forth to climb ; then, climbing, Cyril keptWith Psyche, with Melissa Florian, IWith mine affianced. Many a little handGlanced like a touch of sunshine on the rocks,Many a light foot shone like a jewel setIn the dark crag : and then we turnd, we woundAbout the cliffs, the copses, out and in,Hammering and clinking, chattering stony namesOf shale and hornblende, rag and trap and tuff,Amygdaloid and trachyte, till the sunGrew broader toward his
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