The Collected Works of William Morris With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris |
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O'er the freed city passed the time away,
Until it drew unto the promised day
Of their return who all that peace had won.
And now the loved name of Bellerophon
Rang ever in the maiden's ears; and she,
As in the middle of a dream, did see
The city made all ready for that hour,
When in a fair-hung townward-looking bower,
Pale now, amidst her maids she should be set,
New pain of longing for her heart to get.
Until it drew unto the promised day
Of their return who all that peace had won.
And now the loved name of Bellerophon
Rang ever in the maiden's ears; and she,
As in the middle of a dream, did see
The city made all ready for that hour,
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Pale now, amidst her maids she should be set,
New pain of longing for her heart to get.
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