The dream must wait a more convenient season.

And so it was not told.

Alas, alas!

Who shall foretell what wars shall come to pass,

What woes be wrought, what fates accomplishèd,

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What new dreams dreamt, what new tears vainly shed,

What doubts, what anguish, what remorse, what fears

Begotten in the womb of what new years!—

And all because of this, that poor Lord L.

Was slow of speech, or that he slept too well!

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 CHAPTER II.

Thus then it was. Griselda's childhood ends

With this untoward night; and what portends

May only now be guessed by those who read

Signs on the earth and wonders overhead.

I dare not prophesy.

What next appears

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