. The princess, a medley. ? Sweet and low, sweet and low,Wind of the western sea,Low, low, breathe and blow,Wind of the western sea!Over the rolling waters go,Come from the dying moon, and blow,Blow him again to me;While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mothers breast,Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the westUnder the silver moon :Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. 54 THE PRINCESS:. Melissa shook her doubtful curls. III. Morn
. The princess, a medley. ? Sweet and low, sweet and low,Wind of the western sea,Low, low, breathe and blow,Wind of the western sea!Over the rolling waters go,Come from the dying moon, and blow,Blow him again to me;While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mothers breast,Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the westUnder the silver moon :Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. 54 THE PRINCESS:. Melissa shook her doubtful curls. III. Morn in the white wake of the morning starCame furrowing all the orient into rose, and each by other drest with careDescended to the court that lay three partsIn shadow, but the Muses heads were touchdAbove the darkness from their native East. There while we stood beside the fount, and watchdOr seemd to watch the dancing bubble, approachd A MEDLEY. 55 Melissa, tinged with wan from lack of sleep,Or grief, and glowing round her dewy eyes 10 The circled Iris of a night of tears ;And fly, she cried, O fly, while yet you may !My mother knows : and when I askd her how,1 My fault, she wept, my fault ! and yet not mine ;Yet mine in part. O hear me, pardon me !My mother, tis her wont from night to nightTo rail at Lady Psyche and her says the Princess should have been the Head,Herself and Lady Psyche the two arms ;And so it was agreed when first they came ; 20 But Lady Psyche was the right hand now,And she the left, or not or seldom used;H
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