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60 Thy burden on thee: while all else, ill-won

And sin-companioned, like a flower o'erblown,

Flies on the wind away.

Or didst thou find

In women Women? Nay, peace, peace!

The blind

Could read thee. Cruel wast thou in thine hour,

Lord of a great king's house, and like a tower

Firm in thy beauty.

Ah, that girl-like face!

God grant, not that, not that, but some plain grace

Of manhood to the man who brings me love:

A father of straight children, that shall move

Swift on the wings of War.

So, get thee gone!

Naught knowing how the great years, rolling on,

Have laid thee bare, and thy long debt full paid.

O vaunt not, if one step be proudly made

In evil, that all Justice is o'ercast:

Vaunt not, ye men of sin, ere at the last

The thin-drawn marge before you glimmereth

Close, and the goal that wheels 'twixt life and death.

Justice is mighty. Passing dark hath been

His sin: and dark the payment of his sin.

Ah me! Go some of you, bear him from sight,

That when my mother come, her eyes may light

On nothing, nothing, till she know the sword

[The body is borne into the hut. goes with it.