As thro' the land at eve we went,
And pluck'd the ripen'd ears,

We fell out, my wife and I,
O we fell out I know not why,

And kiss'd again with tears.

And blessings on the falling out

That all the more endears,

When we fall out with those we love

And kiss again with tears!

For when we came where lies the child We lost in other years,

There above the little grave,

O there above the little grave,
We kiss'd again with tears.

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;
Your language proves you still the child. Indeed,
We dream not of him: when we set our hand
To this great work, we purposed with ourself
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;
Not for three years to cross the liberties;

Not for three years to speak with any men;
And many more, which hastily subscribed,

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
That taught the Sabine how to rule, and she
The foundress of the Babylonian wall,

The Carian Artemisia strong in war,

The Rhodope, that built the pyramid,
Clelia, Cornelia, with the Palmyrene
That fought Aurelian, and the Roman brows
Of Agrippina. Dwell with these, and lose
Convention, since to look on noble forms
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:

II.

IT break of day the College Portress

came:

She brought us Academic silks, in hue

The lilac, with a silken hood to each,

And zoned with gold; and now when these were

on,

And we as rich as moths from dusk cocoons,

She, curtseying her obeisance, let us know
The Princess Ida waited: out we paced,

I first, and following thro' the porch that sang
All round with laurel, issued in a court
Compact with lucid marbles, boss'd with lengths
Of classic frieze, with ample awnings gay
Betwixt the pillars, and with great urns of flowers.
The Muses and the Graces, group'd in threes,