A league of street in summer solstice down, Than hammer at this reverend gentlewoman. PRINCE. And like a warrior you laid siege to her? CYRIL. I knocked, and, bidden, entered, found her there At point to move, and settled in her eyes The green malignant light of coming storm. PRINCE. I trust she did not seem to take offence. CYRIL. Sir, I was courteous, every phrase well-oiled Up went the hushed amaze of hand and eye. PRINCE. And when you dwelt upon our old affiance? PRINCE. And fair Melissa, said you naught of her? CYRIL. I tried the mother's heart. Shame might befall Melissa, knowing, saying not she knew. Her answer was, "Leave me to deal with that." PRINCE. What of the wrath of kings and public feuds? CYRIL. I spoke of war to come and many deaths. And she replied, her duty was to speak, And duty, duty, clear of consequences. PRINCE. You had indeed no easy argument. CYRIL. I grew discouraged, sir; but since I knew No rock so hard but that a little wave May beat admission in a thousand years, I recommenced: "Decide not ere you pause. Some say the third the authentic foundress you. Some palace in our own land, where you shall reign And your great name flow on with broadening time PRINCE. Ha! the citadel must then Have yielded. CYRIL. Well, she balanced this a little, And told me she would answer us to-day, Meantime be mute; thus much, no more, I gained. (Enter MESSENGER.) MESSENGER. This afternoon the Princess rides to take The dip of certain strata to the North. You will go with her. You shall find the land Worth seeing; and the river makes a fall Out yonder. There upon the sward She bids her maids pitch her pavilion. [Exeunt. 36 INTERLUDE II. The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying; And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. ACT III. SCENE I.-A PAVILION IN THE PARK. Sunset. Tripod bearing flowers, fruit, and incense. Enter PRINCESS and her train of students, with the PRINCE, CYRIL, and FLORIAN. PRINCESS. There sinks the nebulous star men call the sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound. Let us down and rest. (They all sit down.) PRINCESS. Let some one sing to us; Lightlier move the minutes fledged with music. MAID (sings). SONG. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, In looking on the happy autumn fields, Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah! sad and strange as in dark summer dawns To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; Dear as remembered kisses after death, O Death in Life! the days that are no more. PRINCESS (to PRINCE). Know you no song of your own land, Not such as moans about the retrospect, But deals with the other distance and the hues SONG. O swallow, swallow, flying, flying South, O tell her, swallow, that thou knowest each, O swallow, swallow, if I could follow and light O were I thou that she might take me in, Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, To clothe herself, when all the woods are green? O tell her, swallow, that thy brood is flown: O tell her, brief is life, but love is long, |