There rose a mansion broad and high,
Whence light from countless windows flew,
And flamed a meteor in the sky;
And from its gates, at clang of bell,
Came women forth, with saucy word
And cry. Quoth he: “Can this be well
When women like the cattle herd?”
He marked the motley troop; some gay
With wilful burst of mirth long pent;
Some downcast went their silent way;