Fast-flowing of sorrows brought her father and their lord.

27.

And in the clear gulf of the hollow sea

He saw light glimmering through the grave green gloom

That hardly gave the sun's eye leave to see

Cymodameia; but nor tower nor tomb,

No tower on earth, no tomb of waves may be,

That may not sometime by diviner doom

Be plain and pervious to the poet; he

Bids time stand back from him and fate make room

For passage of his feet,

Strong as their own are fleet,

And yield the prey no years may reassume

Through all their clamorous track,

Nor night nor day win back

Nor give to darkness what his eyes illume

And his lips bless for ever: he

Knows what earth knows not, sings truth sung not of the sea.

28.

Before the sentence of a curule chair

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