The Collected Works of William Morris With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris |
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With changing eyes now gazed the outcast man
On Prœtus' cheery face, and colour ran
O'er his wan visage. “Thou art kind,” he said;
“But kinder eyes I knew, that on the dead
Must look for ever now; and joy is gone:
Best hadst thou cast forth such a luckless one;
For what I love I slay, and what I hate
I strive to save from out the hands of Fate.
Listen and let me babble: I have seen
Since that hour was, nought but the long leaves green,
The tree-trunks, and the scared things of the wood.”
On Prœtus' cheery face, and colour ran
O'er his wan visage. “Thou art kind,” he said;
“But kinder eyes I knew, that on the dead
Must look for ever now; and joy is gone:
Best hadst thou cast forth such a luckless one;
For what I love I slay, and what I hate
I strive to save from out the hands of Fate.
Listen and let me babble: I have seen
Since that hour was, nought but the long leaves green,
The tree-trunks, and the scared things of the wood.”
Then silently awhile he seemed to brood
O'er what had been, but even as the King
Opened his lips to mind him of the thing
That he should tell, from his bent head there came
Slow words, as if from one confessing shame,
While nigher to his mouth King Prœtus drew.
O'er what had been, but even as the King
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That he should tell, from his bent head there came
Slow words, as if from one confessing shame,
While nigher to his mouth King Prœtus drew.
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