Desire in me to infuse my tale of love In the old king's ears, who promised help, and oozed All o'er with honeyed answer as we rode; Burnt in us, when we saw the embattled squares, As if to greet the king; they made a halt; The horses yelled; they clashed their arms; the drum Beat; merrily-blowing shrilled the martial fife; The banner: anon to meet us lightly pranced Such thews of men: the midmost and the highest The shadow of his sister, as the beam Of the East, that played upon them, made them glance Like those three stars of the airy Giant's zone, And as the fiery Sirius alters hue, And bickers into red and emerald, shone Their morions, washed with morning, as they came. And I that prated peace, when first I heard War-music, felt the blind wild beast of force Whose home is in the sinews of a man Stir in me as to strike; then took the king His three broad sons; with now a wandering hand And now a pointed finger, told them all: A common light of smiles at our disguise Broke from their lips, and, ere the windy jest Had labored down within his ample lungs, The genial giant, Arac, rolled himself "Our land invaded, 'sdeath! and he himself Your captive, yet my father wills not war: And, 'sdeath! myself, what care I, war or no? But then this question of your troth remains; And there's a downright honest meaning in her; She flies too high, she flies too high! and yet She asked but space and fair play for her scheme; She prest and prest it on me-I myself, What know I of these things? but, life and soul. I thought her half right talking of her wrongs; say she flies too high, 'sdeath! what of that? I I take her for the flower of womankind, And so I often told her, right or wrong, And, Prince, she can be sweet to those she loves, I stand upon her side: she made me swear it- Come, this is all; she will not: waive your claim : I lagged in answer, loth to render up My precontract, and loth by brainless war To cleave the rift of difference deeper yet; Till one of those two brothers, half aside And fingering at the hair about his lip, To prick us on to combat, "Like to like! The woman's garment hid the woman's heart." A taunt that clenched his purpose like a blow! For fiery-short was Cyril's counter-scoff, And sharp I answered, touched upon the point Where idle boys are cowards to their shame, "Decide it here: why not? we are three to three.' Then spake the third, "But three to three! no more ? No more, and in our noble sister's cause? More, more, some fifty on a side, that each "Yea," answered I, "for this wild wreath of air, This flake of rainbow flying on the highest Foam of men's deeds-this honor, if ye will. It needs must be for honor if at all: Since, what decision? if we fail, we fail, And if we win, we fail: she would not keep Her compact." "'Sdeath! but we will send to her," Said Arac; "worthy reasons why she should 66 Boys!" shrieked the old king, but vainlier than To her false daughters in the pool; for none With her own people's life: three times he went: And so belabored him on rib and cheek They made him wild: not less one glance he caught Through open doors of Ida stationed there Unshaken, clinging to her purpose, firm When storm is on the heights, and right and left But when I told the king that I was pledged With reasons drawn from age and state, perforce All on this side the palace ran the field But now fast barred: so here upon the flat But shaken here and there, and rolling words "O brother, you have known the pangs we felt, What heats of indignation, when we heard Of those that iron-cramped their women's feet; Of lands in which at the altar the poor bride Gives her harsh groom for bridal-gift a scourge; Of living hearts that crack within the fire Where smoulder their dead despots; and of those,— Their pretty maids in the running flood, and swoops That equal baseness lived in sleeker times With smoother men: the old leaven leavened all: I fenced it round with gallant institutes, Sealed not the bond-the striplings!-for their sport! I tamed my leopards: shall I not tame these? Brothers, the woman's Angel guards you, you And mould a generation strong to move |