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THE PRINCESS;
From ferule and the trespass-chiding eye,Away we stole, and transient in a triceFrom what was left of faded woman-sloughTo sheathing splendours and the golden scale Of harness, issued in the sun that nowLeapt from the dewy shoulders of the Earth, And hit the northern hills. Here Cyril met us A little shy at first, but by and byWe twain, with mutual pardon ask'd and given For stroke and song, resolder'd peace, whereon Follow'd his tale. Amazed he fled away Thro' the dark land, and later in the night Had come on Psyche weeping: 'then we fell Into your father's hand, and there she lies,But will not speak, nor stir.'
He show'd a tent A stone-shot off: we entered in, and there Among piled arms and rough accoutrements,Pitiful sight, wrapt in a soldier's cloak,
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