The candle 's at the gateway! ere it waste, Each soldier stand beside it, armed to march With Tiso Sampier through the eastern arch!" Ferrara 's succored, Palma! Once again They sat together; some strange thing in train To say, so difficult was Palma's place In taking, with a coy fastidious grace Like the bird's flutter ere it fix and feed. But when she felt she held her friend indeed Safe, she threw back her curls, began implant Her lessons; telling of another want [Sidenote: As her own history will account for,] Goito's quiet nourished than his own; Palma--to serve him--to be served, alone Importing; Agnes' milk so neutralized The blood of Ecelin. Nor be surprised If, while Sordello fain had captive led Nature, in dream was Palma subjected To some out-soul, which dawned not though she pined Delaying till its advent, heart and mind, Their life. "How dared I let expand the force Within me, till some out-soul, whose resource It grew for, should direct it? Every law Of life, its every fitness, every flaw, Must One determine whose corporeal shape Would be no other than the prime escape And revelation to me of a Will Orb-like o'ershrouded and inscrutable Above, save at the point which, I should know, Shone that myself, my powers, might overflow So far, so much; as now it signified Which earthly shape it henceforth chose my guide, Whose mortal lip selected to declare Its oracles, what fleshly garb would wear --The first of intimations, whom to love; The next, how love him. Seemed that orb, above The castle-covert and the mountain-close, Slow in appearing,--if beneath it rose Cravings, aversions,--did our green precinct Take pride in me, at unawares distinct With this or that endowment,--how, repressed At once, such jetting power shrank to the rest! Was I to have a chance touch spoil me, leave My spirit thence unfitted to receive The consummating spell?--that spell so near Moreover! 'Waits he not the waking year? His almond-blossoms must be honey-ripe By this; to welcome him, fresh runnels stripe The thawed ravines; because of him, the wind Walks like a herald. I shall surely find Him now!' "And chief, that earnest April morn Of Richard's Love-court, was it time, so worn [Sidenote: A reverse to, and completion of, his.] And white my cheek, so idly my blood beat, Sitting that morn beside the Lady's feet And saying as she prompted; till outburst One face from all the faces. Not then first I knew it; where in maple chamber glooms, Crowned with what sanguine-heart pomegranate blooms Advanced it ever? Men's acknowledgment Sanctioned my own: 't was taken, Palma's bent,-- Sordello,--recognized, accepted. "Dumb