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Rh But swiftly, too, decayed,

The glory perishes by woman vaunted.

Soon shall we know—of these light-bearing torches,

And beacons and exchanges, fire with fire—

If they are true, indeed, or if, dream-fashion,

This gladsome light came and deceived our judgment.

Yon herald from the shore I see, o'ershadowed

With boughs of olive: dust, mud's thirsty brother,

Close neighbours on his garb, thus testify me

That neither voiceless, nor yet kindling for thee

Mountain-wood-flame, shall he explain by fire-smoke:

But either tell out more the joyance, speaking

Word contrary to which, I aught but love it!