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Unformatted text preview: Came pity anigh unto thee. Thee, too, O King, hath she taken And bound in her tenfold chain; Yet faint not, neither complain: The dead thou wilt no awaken For all thy weeping again. They perish, whom gods begot; The night releaseth them not. Beloved was she that died And dear shall ever abide, For this was the queen among women, Admetus, that lay by thy side. Not as the multitude lowly Asleep in their sepulchres, Not as their grave be hers, But like as the gods held holy, The worship of wayfarers. Yea, all that travel the way Far off shall see it and say, Lo, erst for her lord she died, To-day she sitteth enskied; Hail, lady, be gracious to usward; That always her honor abide....
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This note was uploaded on 06/16/2011 for the course ENGL 2110 taught by Professor Sadre-orafai during the Spring '08 term at Kennesaw.
- Spring '08
- World Literature