And learnt? I learnt more from her in a flash, A thousand hearts lie fallow in these halls, No ghostly hauntings like his Highness. I I know the substance when I see it. Well, And two dear things are one of double worth, And much I might have said, but that my zone The Doctors! O to watch the thirsty plants To break my chain, to shake my mane: but thou, Modulate me, Soul of mincing mimicry! Make liquid treble of that bassoon, my throat; And in we stream'd Among the columns, pacing staid and still Pierced thro' with eyes, but that I kept mine own Intent on her, who rapt in glorious dreams, The second-sight of some Astræan age, Sat compass'd with professors: they, the while, A clamour thicken'd, mixt with inmost terms At last a solemn grace Concluded, and we sought the gardens: there One walk'd reciting by herself, and one In this hand held a volume as to read, And smoothed a petted peacock down with that: Some to a low song oar'd a shallop by, Or under arches of the marble bridge Hung, shadow'd from the heat: some hid and sought In the orange thickets: others tost a ball Above the fountain-jets, and back again With laughter: others lay about the lawns, Of the older sort, and murmur'd that their May Was passing: what was learning unto them? They wish'd to marry; they could rule a house; Men hated learned women: but we three Sat muffled like the Fates; and often came Of gentle satire, kin to charity, That harm'd not: then day droopt; the chapel. bells Call'd us we left the walks; we mixt with those Six hundred maidens clad in purest white, Before two streams of light from wall to wall, While the great organ almost burst his pipes, Groaning for power, and rolling thro' the court A long melodious thunder to the sound. Of solemn psalms, and silver litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labours for the world. |