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Smothered and crushed in a forgetfuShe felt herself
Smothered and crushed in a forgetful strength
Like that of an incredulous blind giant,
Seizing amain on all there was of life
For him, and all that he had said was lost.
She waited, and he said, “Isolt! Isolt!”
He that had spoken always with a word
To spare, found hungrily that only one
Said all there was to say, till she drew more
From him and he found speech.

Tonight,” he told her, with at last “There are no kings
Tonight,” he told her, with at last a smile,
“To make for you another prison of this—
Or none like one in Cornwall. These two arms
Are prison enough to keep you safe in them
So long as they are mine.”

Tristam,” she said. “All the“They are enough,
Tristam,” she said. “All the poor kings and queens
Of time are nothing now. They are all gone
Where shadows go, after the sun goes down.
The last of them are far away from here,

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