The Study of Poetry • Paragraph 768
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Then clapping heel to his horse, the mere curveter, Out rode the Duke, and after his hollo Horses and hounds swept, huntsman and servitor, And back I turned and bade the crone follow. And what makes me confident what’s to be told you Had all along been of this crone’s devising, Is, that, on looking round sharply, behold you, There was a novelty quick as surprising: {470} For first, she had shot up a full head in stature, And her step kept pace with mine nor faltered, As if age had foregone its usurpature, And the ignoble mien was wholly altered, And the face looked quite of another nature, And the change reached too, whatever the change meant, Her shaggy wolf-skin cloak’s arrangment: For where its tatters hung loose like sedges, Gold coins were glittering on the edges, Like the band-roll strung with tomans {480} Which proves the veil a Persian woman’s: And under her brow, like a snail’s horns newly Come out as after the rain he paces, Two unmistakable eye-points duly Live and aware looked out of their places. So, we went and found Jacynth at the entry Of the lady’s chamber standing sentry; I told the command and produced my companion, And Jacynth rejoiced to admit any one, For since last night, by the same token, {490} Not a single word had the lady spoken: They went in both to the presence together, While I in the balcony watched the weather.