THE BLACK PRINCESS.A TRUE FABLE OF MY OLD KENTUCKY NURSE.
I knew a Princess: she was old,
Crisp-haired, flat-featured, with a look
Such as no dainty pen of gold
Would write of in a Fairy Book.
Crisp-haired, flat-featured, with a look
Such as no dainty pen of gold
Would write of in a Fairy Book.
So bent she almost crouched, her face
Was like the Sphinx's face, to me,
Touched with vast patience, desert grace,
And lonesome, brooding mystery.
Was like the Sphinx's face, to me,
Touched with vast patience, desert grace,
And lonesome, brooding mystery.
What wonder that a faith so strong
As hers, so sorrowful, so still,
Should watch in bitter sands so long,
Obedient to a burdening will!
As hers, so sorrowful, so still,
Should watch in bitter sands so long,
Obedient to a burdening will!
This Princess was a Slave—like one
I read of in a painted tale;
Yet free enough to see the sun,
And all the flowers, without a veil.
I read of in a painted tale;
Yet free enough to see the sun,
And all the flowers, without a veil.
Not of the Lamp, not of the Ring,
The helpless, powerful Slave was she,
But of a subtler, fiercer Thing:
She was the Slave of Slavery.
The helpless, powerful Slave was she,
But of a subtler, fiercer Thing:
She was the Slave of Slavery.
Court-lace nor jewels had she seen:
She wore a precious smile, so rare
That at her side the whitest queen
Were dark—her darkness was so fair.
She wore a precious smile, so rare
That at her side the whitest queen
Were dark—her darkness was so fair.
Nothing of loveliest loveliness
This strange, sad Princess seemed to lack;
Majestic with her calm distress
She was, and beautiful though black:
This strange, sad Princess seemed to lack;
Majestic with her calm distress
She was, and beautiful though black:
Black, but enchanted black, and shut
In some vague Giant's tower of air,
Built higher than her hope was. But
The True Knight came and found her there.
In some vague Giant's tower of air,
Built higher than her hope was. But
The True Knight came and found her there.
The Knight of the Pale Horse, he laid
His shadowy lance against the spell
That hid her Self: as if afraid,
The cruel blackness shrank and fell.
His shadowy lance against the spell
That hid her Self: as if afraid,
The cruel blackness shrank and fell.
Then, lifting slow her pleasant sleep,
He took her with him through the night,
And swam a River cold and deep,
And vanished up an awful Height.
He took her with him through the night,
And swam a River cold and deep,
And vanished up an awful Height.
And, in her Father's House beyond,
They gave her beauty robe and crown:
———On me, I think, far, faint, and fond,
Her eyes to-day look, yearning, down.
They gave her beauty robe and crown:
———On me, I think, far, faint, and fond,
Her eyes to-day look, yearning, down.