We gazed upon her came a little stir Stared in her eyes, and chalk'd her face, and wing'd And cheek and bosom brake the wrathful bloom When the wild peasant rights himself, the rick In the dead hush the papers that she held Rustle at once the lost lamb at her feet : Sent out a bitter bleating for its dam; The plaintive cry jarr'd on her ire; she crush'd The scrolls together, made a sudden turn As if to speak, but, utterance failing her, She whirl'd them on to me, as who should say 'Fair daughter, when we sent the Prince your way Into his father's hands, who has this night, Slipt round and in the dark invested you, The second was my father's running thus : Render him up unscathed: hand : Cleave to your contract: tho' indeed we hear You hold the woman is the better man ; A rampant heresy, such as if it spread Would make all women kick against their Lords Thro' all the world, and which might well deserve That we this night should pluck your palace down; And we will do it, unless you send us back Our son, on the instant, whole.' So far I read ; And then stood up and spoke impetuously. 'O not to pry and peer on your reserve, All that it might be: hear me, for I bear, From the flaxen curl to the gray lock a life Less mine than yours: my nurse would tell me of you; I babbled for you, as babies for the moon, Vague brightness; when a boy, you stoop'd to me From all high places, lived in all fair lights, Came in long breezes rapt from inmost south The leader wildswan in among the stars Would clang it, and lapt in wreaths of glowworm light The mellow breaker murmur'd Ida. Now, been Because I would have reach'd you, had you Those winters of abeyance all worn out, On you, their centre: let me say but this, That many a famous man and woman, town And landskip, have I heard of, after seen The dwarfs of presage; tho' when known, there grew Another kind of beauty in detail Made them worth knowing; but in you I found My boyish dream involved and dazzled down I cannot cease to follow you, as they say The breath of life; O more than poor men wealth, But in the teeth of clench'd antagonisms To follow up the worthiest till he die : Yet that I came not all unauthorized Behold your father's letter.' On one knee H |