And on they moved and gain'd the hall, and there Of female whisperers: at the further end That o'er the statues leapt from head to head, And now and then an echo started up, And shuddering fled from room to room, and died Of fright in far apartments. Then the voice Of Ida sounded, issuing ordinance: And me they bore up the broad stairs, and thro' To one deep chamber shut from sound, and due And chariot, many a maiden passing home Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea; The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape, But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee? Ask me no more: what answer should I give? Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd: VII. So was their sanctuary violated, A kindlier influence reign'd; and everywhere Low voices with the ministering hand Hung round the sick: the maidens came, they talk'd, They sang, they read: till she not fair, began To gather light, and she that was, became Her former beauty treble; and to and fro And in their own clear element, they moved. But sadness on the soul of Ida fell, And hatred of her weakness, blent with shame. Old studies fail'd; seldom she spoke; but oft Darkening her female field: void was her use; O'er land and main, and sees a great black cloud And waste it seem'd and vain; till down she came, And twilight dawn'd; and morn by morn the lark Shot up and shrill'd in flickering gyres, but I Lay silent in the muffled cage of life: And twilight gloom'd; and broader-grown the bowers Drew the great night into themselves, and Heaven, |