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 And now, along the fair courts marble-floored, Each met the looks of other all aghast With rueful thoughts unstanched yet ne'er outpoured; And their trailed robes touched mournful as they passed.

Into the lonely paths of Ida sweet For sorrow, dark and very sweet with leaves, Came Helen: weary at her bosom beat The sad thoughts all the summer noons and eves.

Strange: as her eyes sought where the sea was held Gathered into dim distances of blue, Down in her heart a dim Past she beheld, Wherein were memories like an ocean too.

And strange, there, long up-pent, the memories stirred Like waves long rolling: in her heart at length All the fair time from which her years had erred Came up against her now with all its strength.