A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.
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xxxv.
"The tall masts quivered as they lay afloat,
The temples and the people and the shore.
One drew a sharp knife thro' my tender throat
Slowly,—and nothing more."
"The tall masts quivered as they lay afloat,
The temples and the people and the shore.
One drew a sharp knife thro' my tender throat
Slowly,—and nothing more."
xxxvi.
Whereto the other with a downward brow:
"I would the white cold heavyplunging foam,
Whirled by the wind, had rolled me deep below,
Then when I left my home."
Whereto the other with a downward brow:
"I would the white cold heavyplunging foam,
Whirled by the wind, had rolled me deep below,
Then when I left my home."
xxxvii.
Her slow full words sank thro' the silence drear,
As thunderdrops fall on a sleeping sea:
Sndden I heard a voice that cried, "Come here,
That I may look on thee."
Her slow full words sank thro' the silence drear,
As thunderdrops fall on a sleeping sea:
Sndden I heard a voice that cried, "Come here,
That I may look on thee."
xxxviii.
I turning saw, throned on a flowery rise,
One sitting on a crimson scarf unrolled;
A queen, with swarthy cheeks and bold black eyes,
Browbound with burning gold.
I turning saw, throned on a flowery rise,
One sitting on a crimson scarf unrolled;
A queen, with swarthy cheeks and bold black eyes,
Browbound with burning gold.
