When the tide ebbs in sunshine, and he said: 'O fair and strong and terrible! Lioness That with your long locks play the Lion's mane! But Love and Nature, these are two more terrible And stronger. See, your foot is on our necks, We vanquish'd, you the Victor of your will. What would you more? give her the child! remain Orb'd in your isolation he is dead, Or all as dead: henceforth we let you be : Win you the hearts of women; and beware you seek the common love of these, loved The breast that fed or arm that dandled you, Or own one part of sense not flint to prayer, Give her the child! or if you scorn to lay it, Yourself, in hands so lately claspt with yours, Or speak to her, your dearest, her one fault The tenderness, not yours, that could not kill, Give me it; I will give it her.' He said: At first her eye with slow dilation roll'd Pledge of a love not to be mine, farewell; These men are hard upon us as of old, We two must part: and yet how fain was I To dream thy cause embraced in mine, to think L I might be something to thee, when I felt And hid her bosom with it; after that Put on more calm and added suppliantly; 'We two were friends: I go to mine own land For ever: find some other: as for me I scarce am fit for your great plans: yet speak to me, Say one soft word and let me part forgiven.' But Ida spoke not, rapt upon the child. Then Arac. 'Ida-'sdeath! you blame the man; You wrong yourselves-the woman is so hard I am your warrior; I and mine have fought Your battle: kiss her; take her hand, she weeps: 'Sdeath! I would sooner fight thrice o'er than see it.' But Ida spoke not, gazing on the ground, And reddening in the furrows of his chin, And moved beyond his custom, Gama said : 'I've heard that there is iron in the blood, And I believe it. Not one word ? not one? Whence drew you this steel temper ? not from me, Not from your mother now a saint with saints. She said you had a heart-I heard her say it "Our Ida has a heart"-just ere she died-"But see that some one with authority Be near her still" and I-I sought for one All people said she had authority— The Lady Blanche: much profit! Not one word; No! tho' your father sues: see how you stand Stiff as Lot's wife, and all the good knights maim'd, I trust that there is no one hurt to death, For your wild whim and was it then for this, : Was it for this we gave our palace up Where we withdrew from summer heats and state, And had our wine and chess beneath the planes, Now had you got a friend of your own age, Now could you share your thought; now should men see Two women faster welded in one love Than pairs of wedlock; she you walk'd with, she You talk'd with, whole nights long, up in the tower, Of sine and arc, spheroïd and azimuth, And right ascension, Heaven knows what; and now |