. The princess, a medley. mmw^m H Home they brought her warrior dead ; She nor swoond nor utterd cry :All her maidens, watching, said, 1 She must weep or she will die. Then they praised him, soft and low,Calld him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe ;Yet she neither spoke nor moved. m ?ill Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stept,Took the face-cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years,Set his child upon her knee — Like summer tempest came her tears — Sweet my child, I live for thee. •^ m f5 Uuji io8 THE PRINCESS:. Psyche
. The princess, a medley. mmw^m H Home they brought her warrior dead ; She nor swoond nor utterd cry :All her maidens, watching, said, 1 She must weep or she will die. Then they praised him, soft and low,Calld him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe ;Yet she neither spoke nor moved. m ?ill Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stept,Took the face-cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years,Set his child upon her knee — Like summer tempest came her tears — Sweet my child, I live for thee. •^ m f5 Uuji io8 THE PRINCESS:. Psyche (vi. 195). VI. My dream had never died or lived in some mystic middle state I lay;Seeing I saw not, hearing not I heard :Tho\ if I saw not, yet they told me allSo often that I speak as having seen. For so it seemd, or so they said to me,That all things grew more tragic and more strange;That when our side was vanquishd and my cause A MEDLEY. 109 For ever lost, there went up a great cry, The Prince is slain. My father heard and ran 10 In on the lists, and there unlaced my casque And grovelld on my body, and after him Came Psyche, sorrowing for Aglaia. But high upon the palace Ida stoodWith Psyches babe in arm ; there on the roofsLike that great dame of Lapidoth she sang. 1 Our enemies have fallen, have fallen : the seed,The little seed they laughd at in the dark,Has risen and cleft the soil, and grown a bulkOf spanless girth, that lays on every side 20 A thousand arms and rushes to the sun. Our enemies have fallen, have fallen : they came ;The leaves were wet with womens
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