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THE PRINCESS;
Drew the great night into themselves, and HeavenStar after star arose and fell, but ILay sunder'd from the moving Universe,Nor knew what eye was on me nor the handThat pursed me, more than infants in their sleep.
 But Psyche tended Florian: with her oftMelissa came; for Blanche had gone, but leftHer child among us, willing she should keepCourt-favour: here and there the small bright head,A light of healing, glanced about the couch,Or thro' the parted silks the tender facePeep'd, shining in upon the wounded manWith blush and smile, a medicine in themselvesTo wile the length from languorous hours and drawThe sting from pain; nor seem'd it strange that soonHe rose up whole, and those fair charitiesJoin'd at her side: nor stranger seem'd that heartsSo gentle, so employ'd, should close in love,Than when two dewdrops on the petal shake
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