The Princess (part Ii) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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She brought us Academic silks in hue | B |
The lilac with a silken hood to each | C |
And zoned with gold and now when these were on | D |
And we as rich as moths from dusk cocoons | E |
She curtseying her obeisance let us know | F |
The Princess Ida waited out we paced | G |
I first and following through the porch that sang | H |
All round with laurel issued in a court | I |
Compact of lucid marbles bossed with lengths | J |
Of classic frieze with ample awnings gay | K |
Betwixt the pillars and with great urns of flowers | L |
The Muses and the Graces grouped in threes | M |
Enringed a billowing fountain in the midst | N |
And here and there on lattice edges lay | K |
Or book or lute but hastily we past | O |
And up a flight of stairs into the hall | P |
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There at a board by tome and paper sat | Q |
With two tame leopards couched beside her throne | R |
All beauty compassed in a female form | S |
The Princess liker to the inhabitant | T |
Of some clear planet close upon the Sun | U |
Than our man's earth such eyes were in her head | V |
And so much grace and power breathing down | W |
From over her arched brows with every turn | X |
Lived through her to the tips of her long hands | Y |
And to her feet She rose her height and said | V |
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'We give you welcome not without redound | Z |
Of use and glory to yourselves ye come | A2 |
The first fruits of the stranger aftertime | A2 |
And that full voice which circles round the grave | B2 |
Will rank you nobly mingled up with me | A2 |
What are the ladies of your land so tall ' | - |
'We of the court' said Cyril 'From the court' | Z |
She answered 'then ye know the Prince ' and he | A2 |
'The climax of his age as though there were | C2 |
One rose in all the world your Highness that | Z |
He worships your ideal ' she replied | Z |
'We scarcely thought in our own hall to hear | D2 |
This barren verbiage current among men | E2 |
Light coin the tinsel clink of compliment | Z |
Your flight from out your bookless wilds would seem | A2 |
As arguing love of knowledge and of power | C2 |
Your language proves you still the child Indeed | Z |
We dream not of him when we set our hand | Z |
To this great work we purposed with ourself | F2 |
Never to wed You likewise will do well | G2 |
Ladies in entering here to cast and fling | H2 |
The tricks which make us toys of men that so | F |
Some future time if so indeed you will | I2 |
You may with those self styled our lords ally | J2 |
Your fortunes justlier balanced scale with scale ' | - |
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At those high words we conscious of ourselves | K2 |
Perused the matting then an officer | C2 |
Rose up and read the statutes such as these | M |
Not for three years to correspond with home | A2 |
Not for three years to cross the liberties | M |
Not for three years to speak with any men | E2 |
And many more which hastily subscribed | Z |
We entered on the boards and 'Now ' she cried | Z |
'Ye are green wood see ye warp not Look our hall | P |
Our statues not of those that men desire | C2 |
Sleek Odalisques or oracles of mode | Z |
Nor stunted squaws of West or East but she | A2 |
That taught the Sabine how to rule and she | A2 |
The foundress of the Babylonian wall | P |
The Carian Artemisia strong in war | L2 |
The Rhodope that built the pyramid | Z |
Clelia Cornelia with the Palmyrene | E2 |
That fought Aurelian and the Roman brows | M2 |
Of Agrippina Dwell with these and lose | N2 |
Convention since to look on noble forms | O2 |
Makes noble through the sensuous organism | A2 |
That which is higher O lift your natures up | P2 |
Embrace our aims work out your freedom Girls | Q2 |
Knowledge is now no more a fountain sealed | Z |
Drink deep until the habits of the slave | B2 |
The sins of emptiness gossip and spite | Z |
And slander die Better not be at all | P |
Than not be noble Leave us you may go | F |
Today the Lady Psyche will harangue | H |
The fresh arrivals of the week before | L2 |
For they press in from all the provinces | R2 |
And fill the hive ' | - |
She spoke and bowing waved | Z |
Dismissal back again we crost the court | Z |
To Lady Psyche's as we entered in | E2 |
There sat along the forms like morning doves | S2 |
That sun their milky bosoms on the thatch | T2 |
A patient range of pupils she herself | F2 |
Erect behind a desk of satin wood | Z |
A quick brunette well moulded falcon eyed | Z |
And on the hither side or so she looked | Z |
Of twenty summers At her left a child | Z |
In shining draperies headed like a star | U2 |
Her maiden babe a double April old | Z |
Agla a slept We sat the Lady glanced | Z |
Then Florian but not livelier than the dame | A2 |
That whispered 'Asses' ears' among the sedge | V2 |
'My sister ' 'Comely too by all that's fair ' | - |
Said Cyril 'Oh hush hush ' and she began | E2 |
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'This world was once a fluid haze of light | Z |
Till toward the centre set the starry tides | W2 |
And eddied into suns that wheeling cast | Z |
The planets then the monster then the man | E2 |
Tattooed or woaded winter clad in skins | X2 |
Raw from the prime and crushing down his mate | Z |
As yet we find in barbarous isles and here | D2 |
Among the lowest ' | - |
Thereupon she took | Y2 |
A bird's eye view of all the ungracious past | Z |
Glanced at the legendary Amazon | E2 |
As emblematic of a nobler age | Z2 |
Appraised the Lycian custom spoke of those | A3 |
That lay at wine with Lar and Lucumo | A2 |
Ran down the Persian Grecian Roman lines | B3 |
Of empire and the woman's state in each | C |
How far from just till warming with her theme | A2 |
She fulmined out her scorn of laws Salique | Y2 |
And little footed China touched on Mahomet | Z |
With much contempt and came to chivalry | A2 |
When some respect however slight was paid | Z |
To woman superstition all awry | J2 |
However then commenced the dawn a beam | A2 |
Had slanted forward falling in a land | Z |
Of promise fruit would follow Deep indeed | Z |
Their debt of thanks to her who first had dared | Z |
To leap the rotten pales of prejudice | C3 |
Disyoke their necks from custom and assert | Z |
None lordlier than themselves but that which made | Z |
Woman and man She had founded they must build | Z |
Here might they learn whatever men were taught | Z |
Let them not fear some said their heads were less | D3 |
Some men's were small not they the least of men | E2 |
For often fineness compensated size | E3 |
Besides the brain was like the hand and grew | B |
With using thence the man's if more was more | L2 |
He took advantage of his strength to be | A2 |
First in the field some ages had been lost | Z |
But woman ripened earlier and her life | F3 |
Was longer and albeit their glorious names | G3 |
Were fewer scattered stars yet since in truth | H3 |
The highest is the measure of the man | E2 |
And not the Kaffir Hottentot Malay | K |
Nor those horn handed breakers of the glebe | A2 |
But Homer Plato Verulam even so | F |
With woman and in arts of government | Z |
Elizabeth and others arts of war | L2 |
The peasant Joan and others arts of grace | I3 |
Sappho and others vied with any man | E2 |
And last not least she who had left her place | I3 |
And bowed her state to them that they might grow | F |
To use and power on this Oasis lapt | Z |
In the arms of leisure sacred from the blight | Z |
Of ancient influence and scorn | E2 |
At last | Z |
She rose upon a wind of prophecy | A2 |
Dilating on the future 'everywhere | F |
Who heads in council two beside the hearth | J3 |
Two in the tangled business of the world | Z |
Two in the liberal offices of life | F3 |
Two plummets dropt for one to sound the abyss | C3 |
Of science and the secrets of the mind | Z |
Musician painter sculptor critic more | F |
And everywhere the broad and bounteous Earth | K3 |
Should bear a double growth of those rare souls | L3 |
Poets whose thoughts enrich the blood of the world ' | - |
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She ended here and beckoned us the rest | Z |
Parted and glowing full faced welcome she | A2 |
Began to address us and was moving on | E2 |
In gratulation till as when a boat | Z |
Tacks and the slackened sail flaps all her voice | M3 |
Faltering and fluttering in her throat she cried | Z |
'My brother ' 'Well my sister ' 'O ' she said | Z |
'What do you here and in this dress and these | M |
Why who are these a wolf within the fold | Z |
A pack of wolves the Lord be gracious to me | A2 |
A plot a plot a plot to ruin all ' | - |
'No plot no plot ' he answered 'Wretched boy | A2 |
How saw you not the inscription on the gate | Z |
LET NO MAN ENTER IN ON PAIN OF DEATH ' | - |
'And if I had ' he answered 'who could think | Y2 |
The softer Adams of your Academe | A2 |
O sister Sirens though they be were such | N3 |
As chanted on the blanching bones of men ' | - |
'But you will find it otherwise' she said | Z |
'You jest ill jesting with edge tools my vow | O3 |
Binds me to speak and O that iron will | I2 |
That axelike edge unturnable our Head | Z |
The Princess ' 'Well then Psyche take my life | F3 |
And nail me like a weasel on a grange | P3 |
For warning bury me beside the gate | Z |
And cut this epitaph above my bones | Q3 |
Here lies a brother by a sister slain | E2 |
All for the common good of womankind ' | - |
'Let me die too ' said Cyril 'having seen | E2 |
And heard the Lady Psyche ' | - |
I struck in | E2 |
'Albeit so masked Madam I love the truth | H3 |
Receive it and in me behold the Prince | R3 |
Your countryman affianced years ago | F |
To the Lady Ida here for here she was | S3 |
And thus what other way was left I came ' | - |
'O Sir O Prince I have no country none | E2 |
If any this but none Whate'er I was | S3 |
Disrooted what I am is grafted here | F |
Affianced Sir love whispers may not breathe | T3 |
Within this vestal limit and how should I | J2 |
Who am not mine say live the thunderbolt | Z |
Hangs silent but prepare I speak it falls ' | - |
'Yet pause ' I said 'for that inscription there | F |
I think no more of deadly lurks therein | E2 |
Than in a clapper clapping in a garth | J3 |
To scare the fowl from fruit if more there be | A2 |
If more and acted on what follows war | F |
Your own work marred for this your Academe | A2 |
Whichever side be Victor in the halloo | I2 |
Will topple to the trumpet down and pass | U3 |
With all fair theories only made to gild | Z |
A stormless summer ' 'Let the Princess judge | V3 |
Of that' she said 'farewell Sir and to you | B |
I shudder at the sequel but I go ' | - |
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'Are you that Lady Psyche ' I rejoined | Z |
'The fifth in line from that old Florian | E2 |
Yet hangs his portrait in my father's hall | I2 |
The gaunt old Baron with his beetle brow | O3 |
Sun shaded in the heat of dusty fights | W3 |
As he bestrode my Grandsire when he fell | I2 |
And all else fled we point to it and we say | K |
The loyal warmth of Florian is not cold | Z |
But branches current yet in kindred veins ' | - |
'Are you that Psyche ' Florian added 'she | N3 |
With whom I sang about the morning hills | X3 |
Flung ball flew kite and raced the purple fly | I2 |
And snared the squirrel of the glen are you | B |
That Psyche wont to bind my throbbing brow | O3 |
To smoothe my pillow mix the foaming draught | Z |
Of fever tell me pleasant tales and read | Z |
My sickness down to happy dreams are you | B |
That brother sister Psyche both in one | E2 |
You were that Psyche but what are you now ' | - |
'You are that Psyche ' said Cyril 'for whom | A2 |
I would be that for ever which I seem | A2 |
Woman if I might sit beside your feet | Z |
And glean your scattered sapience ' | - |
Then once more | F |
'Are you that Lady Psyche ' I began | E2 |
'That on her bridal morn before she past | Z |
From all her old companions when the kind | Z |
Kissed her pale cheek declared that ancient ties | E3 |
Would still be dear beyond the southern hills | X3 |
That were there any of our people there | F |
In want or peril there was one to hear | F |
And help them look for such are these and I ' | - |
'Are you that Psyche ' Florian asked 'to whom | A2 |
In gentler days your arrow wounded fawn | E2 |
Came flying while you sat beside the well | I2 |
The creature laid his muzzle on your lap | Y3 |
And sobbed and you sobbed with it and the blood | Z |
Was sprinkled on your kirtle and you wept | Z |
That was fawn's blood not brother's yet you wept | Z |
O by the bright head of my little niece | Z3 |
You were that Psyche and what are you now ' | - |
'You are that Psyche ' Cyril said again | E2 |
'The mother of the sweetest little maid | Z |
That ever crowed for kisses ' | - |
'Out upon it ' | - |
She answered 'peace and why should I not play | K |
The Spartan Mother with emotion be | A2 |
The Lucius Junius Brutus of my kind | Z |
Him you call great he for the common weal | K |
The fading politics of mortal Rome | A2 |
As I might slay this child if good need were | F |
Slew both his sons and I shall I on whom | A2 |
The secular emancipation turns | A4 |
Of half this world be swerved from right to save | B2 |
A prince a brother a little will I yield | Z |
Best so perchance for us and well for you | B |
O hard when love and duty clash I fear | F |
My conscience will not count me fleckless yet | Z |
Hear my conditions promise otherwise | E3 |
You perish as you came to slip away | K |
Today tomorrow soon it shall be said | Z |
These women were too barbarous would not learn | E2 |
They fled who might have shamed us promise all ' | - |
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What could we else we promised each and she | A2 |
Like some wild creature newly caged commenced | Z |
A to and fro so pacing till she paused | Z |
By Florian holding out her lily arms | B4 |
Took both his hands and smiling faintly said | Z |
'I knew you at the first though you have grown | E2 |
You scarce have altered I am sad and glad | Z |
To see you Florian I give thee to death | C4 |
My brother it was duty spoke not I | I2 |
My needful seeming harshness pardon it | Z |
Our mother is she well ' | - |
With that she kissed | Z |
His forehead then a moment after clung | Y2 |
About him and betwixt them blossomed up | P2 |
From out a common vein of memory | A2 |
Sweet household talk and phrases of the hearth | J3 |
And far allusion till the gracious dews | N2 |
Began to glisten and to fall and while | K |
They stood so rapt we gazing came a voice | M3 |
'I brought a message here from Lady Blanche ' | - |
Back started she and turning round we saw | D4 |
The Lady Blanche's daughter where she stood | Z |
Melissa with her hand upon the lock | Y2 |
A rosy blonde and in a college gown | E2 |
That clad her like an April daffodilly | K |
Her mother's colour with her lips apart | Z |
And all her thoughts as fair within her eyes | E3 |
As bottom agates seen to wave and float | Z |
In crystal currents of clear morning seas | M |
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So stood that same fair creature at the door | F |
Then Lady Psyche 'Ah Melissa you | B |
You heard us ' and Melissa 'O pardon me | A2 |
I heard I could not help it did not wish | N3 |
But dearest Lady pray you fear me not | Z |
Nor think I bear that heart within my breast | Z |
To give three gallant gentlemen to death ' | - |
'I trust you ' said the other 'for we two | B |
Were always friends none closer elm and vine | E2 |
But yet your mother's jealous temperament | Z |
Let not your prudence dearest drowse or prove | E4 |
The Dana d of a leaky vase for fear | F |
This whole foundation ruin and I lose | N2 |
My honour these their lives ' 'Ah fear me not' | Z |
Replied Melissa 'no I would not tell | K |
No not for all Aspasia's cleverness | F4 |
No not to answer Madam all those hard things | G4 |
That Sheba came to ask of Solomon ' | - |
'Be it so' the other 'that we still may lead | Z |
The new light up and culminate in peace | Z3 |
For Solomon may come to Sheba yet ' | - |
Said Cyril 'Madam he the wisest man | E2 |
Feasted the woman wisest then in halls | H4 |
Of Lebanonian cedar nor should you | B |
Though Madam you should answer we would ask | Y2 |
Less welcome find among us if you came | A2 |
Among us debtors for our lives to you | B |
Myself for something more ' He said not what | Z |
But 'Thanks ' she answered 'Go we have been too long | Y2 |
Together keep your hoods about the face | I3 |
They do so that affect abstraction here | F |
Speak little mix not with the rest and hold | Z |
Your promise all I trust may yet be well ' | - |
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We turned to go but Cyril took the child | Z |
And held her round the knees against his waist | Z |
And blew the swollen cheek of a trumpeter | F |
While Psyche watched them smiling and the child | Z |
Pushed her flat hand against his face and laughed | Z |
And thus our conference closed | Z |
And then we strolled | Z |
For half the day through stately theatres | L |
Benched crescent wise In each we sat we heard | Z |
The grave Professor On the lecture slate | Z |
The circle rounded under female hands | Y |
With flawless demonstration followed then | E2 |
A classic lecture rich in sentiment | Z |
With scraps of thunderous Epic lilted out | Z |
By violet hooded Doctors elegies | Y |
And quoted odes and jewels five words long | Y2 |
That on the stretched forefinger of all Time | A2 |
Sparkle for ever then we dipt in all | K |
That treats of whatsoever is the state | Z |
The total chronicles of man the mind | Z |
The morals something of the frame the rock | Y2 |
The star the bird the fish the shell the flower | F |
Electric chemic laws and all the rest | Z |
And whatsoever can be taught and known | E2 |
Till like three horses that have broken fence | Y |
And glutted all night long breast deep in corn | E2 |
We issued gorged with knowledge and I spoke | Y2 |
'Why Sirs they do all this as well as we ' | - |
'They hunt old trails' said Cyril 'very well | K |
But when did woman ever yet invent ' | - |
'Ungracious ' answered Florian 'have you learnt | Z |
No more from Psyche's lecture you that talked | Z |
The trash that made me sick and almost sad ' | - |
'O trash' he said 'but with a kernel in it | Z |
Should I not call her wise who made me wise | Y |
And learnt I learnt more from her in a flash | N3 |
Than in my brainpan were an empty hull | K |
And every Muse tumbled a science in | E2 |
A thousand hearts lie fallow in these halls | Y |
And round these halls a thousand baby loves | Y |
Fly twanging headless arrows at the hearts | Y |
Whence follows many a vacant pang but O | F |
With me Sir entered in the bigger boy | A2 |
The Head of all the golden shafted firm | A2 |
The long limbed lad that had a Psyche too | B |
He cleft me through the stomacher and now | O3 |
What think you of it Florian do I chase | Y |
The substance or the shadow will it hold | Z |
I have no sorcerer's malison on me | A2 |
No ghostly hauntings like his Highness I | I2 |
Flatter myself that always everywhere | F |
I know the substance when I see it Well | K |
Are castles shadows Three of them Is she | A2 |
The sweet proprietress a shadow If not | Z |
Shall those three castles patch my tattered coat | Z |
For dear are those three castles to my wants | Y |
And dear is sister Psyche to my heart | Z |
And two dear things are one of double worth | K3 |
And much I might have said but that my zone | E2 |
Unmanned me then the Doctors O to hear | F |
The Doctors O to watch the thirsty plants | Y |
Imbibing once or twice I thought to roar | F |
To break my chain to shake my mane but thou | O3 |
Modulate me Soul of mincing mimicry | A2 |
Make liquid treble of that bassoon my throat | Z |
Abase those eyes that ever loved to meet | Z |
Star sisters answering under crescent brows | Y |
Abate the stride which speaks of man and loose | Y |
A flying charm of blushes o'er this cheek | Y2 |
Where they like swallows coming out of time | A2 |
Will wonder why they came but hark the bell | K |
For dinner let us go ' | - |
And in we streamed | Z |
Among the columns pacing staid and still | K |
By twos and threes till all from end to end | Z |
With beauties every shade of brown and fair | F |
In colours gayer than the morning mist | Z |
The long hall glittered like a bed of flowers | Y |
How might a man not wander from his wits | Y |
Pierced through with eyes but that I kept mine own | E2 |
Intent on her who rapt in glorious dreams | Y |
The second sight of some Astr an age | Z2 |
Sat compassed with professors they the while | K |
Discussed a doubt and tost it to and fro | F |
A clamour thickened mixt with inmost terms | Y |
Of art and science Lady Blanche alone | E2 |
Of faded form and haughtiest lineaments | Y |
With all her autumn tresses falsely brown | E2 |
Shot sidelong daggers at us a tiger cat | Z |
In act to spring | Y2 |
At last a solemn grace | Y |
Concluded and we sought the gardens there | F |
One walked reciting by herself and one | E2 |
In this hand held a volume as to read | Z |
And smoothed a petted peacock down with that | Z |
Some to a low song oared a shallop by | I2 |
Or under arches of the marble bridge | I4 |
Hung shadowed from the heat some hid and sought | Z |
In the orange thickets others tost a ball | K |
Above the fountain jets and back again | E2 |
With laughter others lay about the lawns | Y |
Of the older sort and murmured that their May | K |
Was passing what was learning unto them | A2 |
They wished to marry they could rule a house | Y |
Men hated learned women but we three | A2 |
Sat muffled like the Fates and often came | A2 |
Melissa hitting all we saw with shafts | Y |
Of gentle satire kin to charity | A2 |
That harmed not then day droopt the chapel bells | Y |
Called us we left the walks we mixt with those | Y |
Six hundred maidens clad in purest white | Z |
Before two streams of light from wall to wall | K |
While the great organ almost burst his pipes | Y |
Groaning for power and rolling through the court | Z |
A long melodious thunder to the sound | Z |
Of solemn psalms and silver litanies | Y |
The work of Ida to call down from Heaven | E2 |
A blessing on her labours for the world | Z |
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Sweet and low sweet and low | F |
Wind of the western sea | A2 |
Low low breathe and blow | F |
Wind of the western sea | A2 |
Over the rolling waters go | F |
Come from the dying moon and blow | F |
Blow him again to me | A2 |
While my little one while my pretty one sleeps | Y |
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Sleep and rest sleep and rest | Z |
Father will come to thee soon | E2 |
Rest rest on mother's breast | Z |
Father will come to thee soon | E2 |
Father will come to his babe in the nest | Z |
Silver sails all out of the west | Z |
Under the silver moon | E2 |
Sleep my little one sleep my pretty one sleep | J4 |
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