Came rifling in?" For all her answer she

Lookt long upon him, long and earnestly;

And misty grew her eyes, and slowly filled.

Slowly the great tears brimmed, and slowly rilled

Adown her cheeks. So presently she hid

Those wells of grief, and hung her lovely head;

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And he had no more words, but only a cry

At heart too deep for utterance, and too high

For tears.

And now came Paris from the house

Into the sun, rosy and amorous,

As when the sun himself from the sea-rim

Lifteth, and gloweth on the earth grown dim

With waiting; and he piped a low clear call

As mellow as the thrush's at the fall

Of day from some near thicket. At whose sound

Rose up caught Helen and blushing turned her round

To face him; but in going, ere she met

The prince, her hand along the parapet

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