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THE PRINCESS;
In the hollow bank, One reaching forward drew
My burthen from mine arms, and crying 'she lives'
They bore her back into the tent: but I,
So much a kind of shame within me wrought,
Not yet endured to meet her opening eyes,
Nor found my friends; but push'd alone on foot
(For since her horse was lost I left her mine)
Across the thicket, and less from Indian craft
Then beelike instinct hiveward, found at length
The gates of the garden. Two great statues, Art
And Science, Caryatids, lifted up
A weight of emblem, and betwixt were valves
Of open metal in which the old hunter rued
His rash intrusion, manlike, but his brows
Had sprouted, and the branches thereupon
Spread out at top, and grimly spiked the gates.
My burthen from mine arms, and crying 'she lives'
They bore her back into the tent: but I,
So much a kind of shame within me wrought,
Not yet endured to meet her opening eyes,
Nor found my friends; but push'd alone on foot
(For since her horse was lost I left her mine)
Across the thicket, and less from Indian craft
Then beelike instinct hiveward, found at length
The gates of the garden. Two great statues, Art
And Science, Caryatids, lifted up
A weight of emblem, and betwixt were valves
Of open metal in which the old hunter rued
His rash intrusion, manlike, but his brows
Had sprouted, and the branches thereupon
Spread out at top, and grimly spiked the gates.
A little space was left between the horns,
Thro' which I clamber'd o'er at top with pain,
Dropt on the sward, and up the linden walks,
Thro' which I clamber'd o'er at top with pain,
Dropt on the sward, and up the linden walks,
