Some muttered that the great Deed meant A great pretext to sin; And others, the pretext, so lent, Was heinous (to begin). Volcanic terms of "great" and "just"? Admit such tongues of flame, the crust Of time and law falls in. VII. A great Deed in this world of ours? Unheard of the pretence is: It threatens plainly the great Powers; Is fatal in all senses. A just Deed in the world?--call out The rifles! be not slack about The national defences. VIII. And many murmured, "From this source What red blood must be poured!" And some rejoined, "'T is even worse; What red tape is ignored!" All cursed the Doer for an evil Called here, enlarging on the Devil,-- There, monkeying the Lord! IX. Some said it could not be explained, Some, could not be excused; And others, "Leave it unrestrained, Gehenna's self is loosed." And all cried "Crush it, maim it, gag it! Set dog-toothed lies to tear it ragged, Truncated and traduced!" X. But HE stood sad before the sun (The peoples felt their fate). "The world is many,--I am one; My great Deed was too great. God's fruit of justice ripens slow: Men's souls are narrow; let them grow. My brothers, we must wait." XI. The tale is ended, child of mine, Turned graver at my knee. They say your eyes, my Florentine, Are English: it may be. And yet I've marked as blue a pair Following the doves across the square At Venice by the sea. XII. Ah child! ah child! I cannot say A word more. You conceive The reason now, why just to-day We see our Florence grieve. Ah child, look up into the sky! In this low world, where great Deeds die, What matter if we live? A COURT LADY. I. Her hair was tawny with gold, her eyes with purple were dark, Her cheeks' pale opal burnt with a red and restless spark. II. Never was lady of Milan nobler in name and in race; Never was lady of Italy fairer to see in the face. III. Never was lady on earth more true as woman and wife, Larger in judgment and instinct, prouder in manners and life. IV. She stood in the early morning, and said to her maidens "Bring That silken robe made ready to wear at the Court of the King. V. "Bring me the clasps of diamond, lucid, clear of the mote, Clasp me the large at the waist, and clasp me the small at the throat. VI. "Diamonds to fasten the hair, and diamonds to fasten the sleeves, Laces to drop from their rays, like a powder of snow from the eaves." VII. Gorgeous she entered the sunlight which gathered her up in a flame, While, straight in her open carriage, she to the hospital came. VIII. In she went at the door, and gazing from end to end, "Many and low are the pallets, but each is the place of a friend." IX.