| Alfred | ||
Half loath to interrupt, Alfred thus spake.
‘My time is short. I now must bid adieu.
‘Receive my thanks. Thy words, to mem'ry dear,
‘Not soon will be forgotten. Fare thee well!’—
The woodman grasp'd his hand. No words he spake.
After a pause, by silence sanctified,
Alfred re-pass'd the threshold.
‘My time is short. I now must bid adieu.
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‘Not soon will be forgotten. Fare thee well!’—
The woodman grasp'd his hand. No words he spake.
After a pause, by silence sanctified,
Alfred re-pass'd the threshold.
| Alfred | ||