The Collected Works of William Morris With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris |
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So 'midst all this at last he fell asleep,
Nor did his eyes behold another day,
For Argo, slowly rotting all away,
Had dropped a timber here, and there an oar,
All through that year, but people of the shore
Set all again in order as it fell.
But now the stempost, that had carried well
The second rafter in King Pelias' hall,
Began at last to quiver towards its fall,
And whether it were loosed by God's own hand,
Or that the rising sea-wind smote the land
And drave full on it, surely I know not—
But, when the day dawned, still on the same spot,
Beneath the ruined stem did Jason lie
Crushed, and all dead of him that here can die.
Nor did his eyes behold another day,
For Argo, slowly rotting all away,
Had dropped a timber here, and there an oar,
All through that year, but people of the shore
Set all again in order as it fell.
But now the stempost, that had carried well
The second rafter in King Pelias' hall,
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And whether it were loosed by God's own hand,
Or that the rising sea-wind smote the land
And drave full on it, surely I know not—
But, when the day dawned, still on the same spot,
Beneath the ruined stem did Jason lie
Crushed, and all dead of him that here can die.
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