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32 And how shall I call the thing that came

At the first hour to Ilion city?

Call it a dream of peace untold,

A secret joy in a mist of gold,

A woman's eye that was soft, like flame,

A flower which ate a man's heart with pity.

But she swerved aside and wrought to her kiss a bitter ending,

And a wrath was on her harbouring, a wrath upon her friending,

When to Priam and his sons she fled quickly o'er the deep,

With the god to whom she sinned for her watcher on the wind,

A death-bride, whom brides long shall weep.

A grey word liveth, from the morn

Of old time among mortals spoken,

That man's Wealth waxen full shall fall

Not childless, but get sons withal;

And ever of great bliss is born

A tear unstanched and a heart broken.

But I hold my thought alone and by others unbeguiled;

'Tis the deed that is unholy shall have issue, child on child,

Sin on sin, like hrs begetters; and they shall be as they were.