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34 With what high word shall I greet thee again,

How give thee worship, and neither outrun

The point of pleasure, nor stint too soon?

For many will cling To fair seeming

The faster because they have sinned erewhile;

And a man may sigh with never a sting

Of grief in his heart, and a man may smile

With eyes unlit and a lip that strains.

But the wise Shepherd knoweth his sheep,

And his eyes pierce deep

The faith like water that fawns and feigns.

But I hide nothing, O King. That day

When in quest of Helen our battle array

Hurled forth, thy name upon my heart's scroll

Was deep in letters of discord writ;

And the ship of thy soul,

Ill-helmed and blindly steered was it,

Pursuing ever, through men that die,

One wild heart that was fain to fly.

But on this new day,

From the deep of my thought and in love, I say

"Sweet is a grief well ended;"

And in time's flow Thou wilt learn and know

The true from the false,

Of them that were left to guard the walls

Of thine empty Hall unfriended.