Her own half heavenly head

And life incorporate with a sylvan sheath,

And left the wild rose and the dove

A secret place and sacred from all guests but Love.

26.

But in the sweet clear fields beyond the river

Dividing pain from peace and man from shade

He saw the wings that there no longer quiver

Sink of the hours whose parting footfalls fade

On ears which hear the rustling amaranth shiver

With sweeter sound of wind than ever made

Music on earth: departing, they deliver

The soul that shame or wrath or sorrow swayed;

And round the king of men

Clash the clear arms again,

Clear of all soil and bright as laurel braid,

That rang less high for joy

Through the gates fallen of Troy

Than here to hail the sacrificial maid,

Iphigeneia, when the ford

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