6 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, He worships your ideal:' she replied : '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; We dream not of him: when we set our hand To this great work, we purposed with ourselves Never to wed. You likewise will do well, 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, Perused the matting; then an officer Rose up, and read the statutes, such as these: Not for three years to correspond with home; 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 foundress of the Babylonian wall, The Carian Artemisia strong in war, The Rhodope, that built the pyramid, Ꭰ Makes noble thro' the sensuous organism That which is higher. O lift your natures up: Embrace our aims: work out your freedom. Girls, Knowledge is now no more a fountain seal'd: Drink deep, until the habits of the slave, The sins of emptiness, gossip and spite And slander, die. Better not be at all The fresh arrivals of the week before; For they press in from all the provinces, And fill the hive,' She spoke, and bowing waved Dismissal: back again we crost the court There sat along the forms, like morning doves A patient range of pupils; she herself Erect behind a desk of satin-wood, A quick brunette, well-moulded, falcon-eyed, And on the hither side, or so she look'd, Of twenty summers. At her left, a child, 'This world was once a fluid haze of light, Till toward the centre set the starry tides, And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast The planets: then the monster, then the man; Tattoo'd or woaded, winter-clad in skins, Raw from the prime, and crushing down his mate; As yet we find in barbarous isles, and here Among the lowest.' Thereupon she took A bird's-eye-view of all the ungracious past; Glanced at the legendary Amazon As emblematic of a nobler age; Appraised the Lycian custom, spoke of those Ran down the Persian, Grecian, Roman lines How far from just; till warming with her theme However then commenced the dawn: a beam Of promise; fruit would follow. Deep, indeed, Disyoke their necks from custom, and assert None lordlier than themselves but that which made Woman and man. She had founded; they must build. |