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THE PRINCESS;
She still were loth to yield herself to one,That wholly scorn'd to help their equal rightsAgainst the sons of men, and barbarous laws.She pray'd me not to judge their cause from herThat wrong'd it, sought far less for truth than powerIn knowledge: something wild within her breast,A greater than all knowledge, beat her down.And she had nursed me there from week to week:Much had she learnt in little time. In partIt was ill counsel had misled the girlTo vex true hearts: yet was she but a girl—'Ah fool, and made myself a Queen of farce!When comes another such? never, I thinkTill the Sun drop dead from the signs.'
Her voiceChoked, and her forehead sank upon her hands,And her great heart thro' all the faultful PastWent sorrowing in a pause I dared not break;Till notice of a change in the dark world
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