Was sprinkled on your kirtle, and you wept.

That was fawn's blood, not brother's, yet you wept.

O by the bright head of my little niece,

You were that Psyche, and what are you now?'

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You are that Psyche' Cyril said again,

'The mother of the sweetest little maid,

That ever crow'd for kisses.'

'Out upon it!'

She answer'd, peace! and why should I not play

The Spartan Mother with emotion, be

The Lucius Junius Brutus of my kind?

Him you

call great he for the common weal,

The fading politics of mortal Rome,

As I might slay this child, if good need were,

Slew both his sons: and I, shall I, on whom

The secular emancipation turns

Of half this world, be swerved from right to save

A prince, a brother? a little will I yield.

Best so, perchance, for us, and well for you.

O hard, when love and duty clash! I fear

My conscience will not count me fleckless; yetHear my conditions: promise (otherwise

You perish) as you came to slip away,

To-day, to-morrow, soon: it shall be said,

These women were too barbarous, would not learn ; They fled, who might have shamed us: promise, all.'

What could we else, we promised each; and she, Like some wild creature newly-caged, commenced A to-and-fro, so pacing till she paused

By Florian; holding out her lily arms
Took both his hands, and smiling faintly said:
'I knew you at the first: tho' you have grown
You scarce have alter'd: I am sad and glad
To see you, Florian. I give thee to death

My brother! it was duty spoke, not I.

My needful seeming harshness, pardon it.

Our mother, is she well?'

With that she kiss'd

His forehead, then, a moment after, clung

About him, and betwixt them blossom'd up

From out a common vein of memory

Sweet household talk, and phrases of the hearth,

And far allusion, till the gracious dews

Began to glisten and to fall and while

:

They stood, so rapt, we gazing, came a voice,

'I brought a message here from Lady Blanche.' Back started she, and turning round we saw

The Lady Blanche's daughter where she stood,

Melissa, with her hand upon the lock,

A rosy blonde, and in a college gown,

That clad her like an April daffodilly
(Her mother's colour) with her lips apart,
And all her thoughts as fair within her eyes,
As bottom agates seen to wave and float

In crystal currents of clear morning seas.

So stood that same fair creature at the door. Then Lady Psyche Ah-Melissa-you!

You heard us?' and Melissa, O pardon me!

I heard, I could not help it, did not wish :
But, dearest Lady, pray you fear me not,
Nor think I bear that heart within my breast,

To give three gallant gentlemen to death.'

'I trust you' said the other for we two

Were always friends, none closer, elm and vine: But yet your mother's jealous temperament

Let not your prudence, dearest, drowse, or prove

The Danaïd of a leaky vase, for fear

This whole foundation ruin, and I lose

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My honour, these their lives.' Ah, fear me not'

Replied Melissa 'no-I would not tell,

No, not for all Aspasia's cleverness,

No, not to answer, Madam, all those hard things

That Sheba came to ask of Solomon.'

Be it so the other that we still may lead

The new light up, and culminate in peace,

For Solomon may come to Sheba yet.'

Said Cyril Madam, he the wisest man
Feasted the woman wisest then, in halls

Of Lebanonian cedar: nor should you

(Tho' madam you should answer, we would ask)

Less welcome find among us, if you came

Among us, debtors for our lives to you,

Myself for something more.' He said not what,

But Thanks,' she answer'd 'go: we have been too long

Together: keep your hoods about the face;

They do so that affect abstraction here.

Speak little; mix not with the rest; and hold

Your promise: all, I trust, may yet be well.'

We turn'd to go, but Cyril took the child,