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THE DEATH OF CENONE.
Now many a rolling month was
gone, And years were past away,
And Paris he dwelt in merry Troy
town, Ile and his lady gay.
The lady CEnone sate in her
Nursing her sorrow and teen ; Ivy
and briony twined her round,
And vine-leaves nodded between.
All pale and wan was that lone
lady, And thrice she deeply sighed :
'Tis long, 'tis long for a knight
to be Away from his own true bride.
" But here yestreen came the wild
woman, That redeth things to come,
And up the mountain-side she ran,
And away from her Trojan home.
" She spite me words so keen, so
And shriek'd one deadly shriek :
And now I know the town below
Will fall by hand of Greek.
" And they will slay my traitor
Their hands in his blood they
will wet : Now, by my fay," said the lone lady,
" I'll save my shepherd yet."
With that she clapt her
lily-white hands, Her lily-white hands clapt she,
And to her came running her sweet
young son, The boy was fair to see.
All men might tell that scann'd
him well He came of a royal race
By the eyes below his forehead of
snow, And the light of his godlike face.
Twice seven summers on Ida hill,
And all with his lone, lone
mother; And all with the goats and painted pards, For a sister and a brother.
"Now hie thee, hie thee, my
winsome lad, And tell your traitor sire,
The Greek will take Troy town so
gay, And burn it in the fire.
" The wild woman she read it to
me, In sooth as I you say :
And yet there are days but two
and three And the Greek will have his way.
"SHE LOOK'D ON HIM DYING—TIE
SHEPHERD SHE KNEW –"
"AND DOWN SCAMANDER TWO SILENT