19.

Another gate.

The kernelled walls of Toro, las almenas;
Afield, a king come in an unjust cause.
Atween the chinks aloft flashes the armoured figure,
Muy linda, a woman, Helen, a star,
And the king's features .........

"No use, my Liege,
" She is your highness' sister." breaks in the King Ancures,
" Mal fuego s'enciende ! "
Such are the gestes of war " told over and over ".
And Ignez ?

She was a queen's tire-woman,
Court sinecure, the court of Portugal,
And the young prince loved her, Pedro,
Later called the cruel. And other courtiers were jealous.
Two of them stabbed her with the king's connivance,
And he, the prince, kept quiet a space of years,
Uncommon quiet,
And he came to reign, and had his will upon the dagger-players,
And held his court, a wedding ceremonial,
He and her dug-up corpse in ceremonies,
Crowned with the crown and splendour of Portugal:
A quiet evening and a decorous procession,
Who winked at murder kisses the dead hand,
Does leal homage,
" Que depois de ser morta foy Rainha ".

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Decked all in green, with sleeves of yellow silk,
Slit to the elbow, slashed with various purples.
Her eyes were green as glass, her foot was leaf-like.

"She was adorned with choicest emeralds"
And promised him the way of holy wisdom.
"Pretty green bank" began the forgotten poem.

Take the old way, say I have met John Heydon,
Saught out the place, his very Bulverton hill,
Lay on the bank, was " plunged deep in swevyn"
And saw the company, Layamon, Chaucer,
Pass each in his appropriate robes,
Conversed with each, observed the varying fashion,
And then comes "aydon.

"I have seen John Heydon."

Let us hear John Heydon !

"Omniformis

Omnis intellectus est ", thus he begins by spouting half
of Psellus.

( Then comes a note, my assiduous commentator :
Not Psellus " De Daemonibus " but Porphyry's " Chances ,
The 13 th. Chapter , that " Every intellect is omniform "

"A fine translation! ")

Magnificent Lorenzo used the dodge,
Says he met old Ficino

In some Wordsworthian, false-pastoral manner,
And they two walked along, stopped at a well-head,
And heard deep platitudes about contentment