. The princess, a medley. ore up and act, nor shrink For fear our solid aim be dissipated By frail successors. Would, indeed, we had been, 250 In lieu of many mortal flies, a race Of giants living each a tru usand years, That we might see our own work out, and watch The sandy footprint harden into stone. I answerd nothing, doubtful in myselfIf that strange poet-princess with her grandImaginations might at all be she broke out interpreting my thoughts: No doubt we seem a kind of monster to you ;We are used to that: for women, up till this 260 Crampd under worse than South-sea-isle taboo
. The princess, a medley. ore up and act, nor shrink For fear our solid aim be dissipated By frail successors. Would, indeed, we had been, 250 In lieu of many mortal flies, a race Of giants living each a tru usand years, That we might see our own work out, and watch The sandy footprint harden into stone. I answerd nothing, doubtful in myselfIf that strange poet-princess with her grandImaginations might at all be she broke out interpreting my thoughts: No doubt we seem a kind of monster to you ;We are used to that: for women, up till this 260 Crampd under worse than South-sea-isle taboo,Dwarfs of the gynseceum, fail so farIn high desire, they know not, cannot guessHow much their welfare is a passion to we could give them surer, quicker proof —O if our end were less achievableBy slow approaches than by single actOf immolation, any phase of death,We were as prompt to spring against the pikes?Or down the fiery gulf as talk of it, -^o To compass our dear sisters liberties. A MEDLEY. 63 •:-^& -. mk$^M She bowd as if to veil a noble tear;And up we came to where the river slopedTo plunge in cataract, shattering on black blocksA breath of thunder. Oer it shook the woods,And danced the color, and, below, stuck outThe bones of some vast bulk that lived and roardBefore man was. She gazed awhile and said, As these rude bones to us. are we to herThat will be. Dare we dream of that, I askd, Which wrought us, as the workman and his work,That practice betters? How, she cried, you loveThe metaphysics ! read and earn our prize,A golden brooch : beneath an emerald planeSits Diotima, teaching him that died 64 THE PRINCESS: Of hemlock ; our device ; wrought to the life ; She rapt upon her subject, he on her: For there are schools for all And yet, I said, Methinks I have not found among them all One anatomic. Nay, we thought of that, 290 She answerd, * but it pleased us not: in truth We shudder but to dream our maids should ape Those monstrous males that carve the living
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