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A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.
xxviii.
As in a dream. Dimly I could descry
The stern black-bearded kings with wolfish eyes,
Waiting to see me die.
xix.
The temples and the people and the shore;
One drew a sharp knife thro' my tender throat
Slowly,—and nothing more."
xxx.
"I would the white cold heavy-plunging foam,
Whirl'd by the wind, had roll'd me deep below,
Then when I left my home."
xxxi.
As thunder-drops fall on a sleeping sea:
Sudden I heard a voice that cried, "Come here,
That I may look on thee."
