And threw him: last I spurr'd; I felt my veins Stretch with fierce heat; a moment hand to hand, And sword to sword, and horse to horse we hung, Till I struck out and shouted; the blade glanced; I did but shear a feather, and dream and truth Flow'd from me; darkness closed me; and I fell.

Rose a nurse of ninety years,

Set his child upon her kneeLike summer tempest came her tears-

Sweet my child, I live for thee.'

VI.

My dream had never died or lived again.
As in some mystic middle state I lay;
Seeing I saw not, hearing not I heard :
Tho', if I saw not, yet they told me all
So often that I speak as having seen.

For so it seem'd, or so they said to me,

That all things grew more tragic and more strange ; That when our side was vanquish'd and my cause For ever lost, there went up a great cry,

The Prince is slain. My father heard and ran

In on the lists, and there unlaced my casque

And grovell'd on my body, and after him

Came Psyche, sorrowing for Aglaïa.

But high upon the palace Ida stood

With Psyche's babe in arm: there on the roofs

Like that great dame of Lapidoth she sang.

'Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: the seed The little seed they laugh'd at in the dark, Has risen and cleft the soil, and grown a bulk

Of spanless girth, that lays on every side

A thousand arms and rushes to the Sun.

Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: they came ; The leaves were wet with women's tears: they heard

A noise of songs they would not understand:

They mark'd it with the red cross to the fall,

And would have strown it, and are fall'n themselves.

'Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: they came,

The woodmen with their axes: lo the tree!

But we will make it faggots for the hearth,

And shape it plank and beam for roof and floor,

And boats and bridges for the use of men.

'Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: they struck;