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BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.
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And the sword free; for he but flung some taunt—"Having talked much, thou wilt not gain the more!This woman, then, descends to Hades' hallNow that I rush on her, begin the ritesO' the sword; for sacred to us Gods below,That head whose hair this sword shall sanctify!"
And, in the fire-flash of the appalling sword,The uprush and the outburst, the onslaughtOf Death's portentous passage through the door,Apollon stood a pitying moment-space:I caught one last gold gaze upon the nightNearing the world now: and the God was gone,And mortals left to deal with misery;As in came stealing slow, now this, now thatOld sojourner throughout the country-side.Servants grown friends to those unhappy here:And, cloudlike in their increase, all these griefs
