II. AT break of day the College Portress came : She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken hood to each, And zoned with gold; and now when these were on, And we as rich as moths from dusk cocoons, She, curtseying her obeisance, let us know The Princess Ida waited out we paced, I first, and following thro' the porch that sang Compact with lucid marbles, boss'd with lengths Betwixt the pillars, and with great urns of flowers. Enring'd a billowing fountain in the midst ; And here and there on lattice edges lay Or book or lute; but hastily we past, And up a flight of stairs into the hall. There at a board by tome and paper sat, With two tame leopards couch'd beside her throne, All beauty compass'd in a female form, The Princess; liker to the inhabitant Of some clear planet close upon the Sun, Than our man's earth; such eyes were in her head, And to her feet. She rose her height, and said : 'We give you welcome: not without redound Of use and glory to yourselves ye come, The first-fruits of the stranger: aftertime, And that full voice which circles round the grave, Will rank you nobly, mingled up with me. What are the ladies of your land so tall?' 'We of the court' said Cyril. 'From the court' She answer'd, 'then ye know the Prince?' and he: "The climax of his age! as tho' there were One rose in all the world, your Highness that, 'We scarcely thought in our own hall to hear This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment. Your flight from out your bookless wilds would seem As arguing love of knowledge and of power; Your language proves you still the child. Indeed, We dream not of him: when we set our hand To this great work, we purposed with ourself Ladies, in entering here, to cast and fling The tricks, which make us toys of men, that so, Some future time, if so indeed you will, You may with those self-styled our lords ally Your fortunes, justlier balanced, scale with scale.' At those high words, we conscious of ourselves, Rose up, and read the statutes, such as these: We enter'd on the boards: and 'Now' she cried 'Ye are green wood, see ye warp not. Look, our hall! Our statues -not of those that men desire, Sleek Odalisques, or oracles of mode, Nor stunted squaws of West or East; but she The Carian Artemisia strong in war, The Rhodope, that built the pyramid, D Makes noble thro' the sensuous organism That which is higher. O lift your natures up : Knowledge is now no more a fountain seal'd : The sins of emptiness, gossip and spite And slander, die. Better not be at all Than not be noble. Leave us you may go : To-day the Lady Pysche will harangue The fresh arrivals of the week before ; For they press in from all the provinces, And fill the hive.' Girls, She spoke, and bowing waved Dismissal back again we crost the court To Lady Psyche's: as we enter'd in, There sat along the forms, like morning doves That sun their milky bosoms on the thatch, A patient range of pupils; she herself Erect behind a desk of satin-wood, A quick brunette, well-moulded, falcon-eyed, |