THE PALACE OF ART.
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LXXIII.
And knows not if it be thunder or the sound
Of stones thrown down, or one deep cry
Of great wild beasts; then thinketh, "I have found
A new land, but I die."
And knows not if it be thunder or the sound
Of stones thrown down, or one deep cry
Of great wild beasts; then thinketh, "I have found
A new land, but I die."
LXXIV.
She howled aloud "I am on fire within.
There comes no murmur of reply.
What is it that will take away my sin
Dying the death I die?"
She howled aloud "I am on fire within.
There comes no murmur of reply.
What is it that will take away my sin
Dying the death I die?"
LXXV.
So when four years were wholly finishèd,
She threw her royal robes away.
"Make me a cottage in the vale," she said,
"Where I may mourn and pray.
So when four years were wholly finishèd,
She threw her royal robes away.
"Make me a cottage in the vale," she said,
"Where I may mourn and pray.
LXXVI.
"Yet pull not down my palace towers, that are
So lightly, beautifully built:
Perchance I may return with others there
When I have purged my guilt."
"Yet pull not down my palace towers, that are
So lightly, beautifully built:
Perchance I may return with others there
When I have purged my guilt."
