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 The splendid bath, the change of dress,

Then—O the grandeur of their Mess,

The henchmen, the prim stewardess!

And O the breaking of old ground,

The tales, after the port went round!

(The wondrous wiles of old Odysseus,

Old Agamemnon and his misuse

Of his command, and that young chit

Paris—who didn't care a bit

For Helen only to annoy her

He did it really, )

But soon they led amidst the din

The honey-sweet in,

Whose eyes were blind, whose soul had sight,

Who knew the fame of men in fight—

Bard of white hair and trembling foot,

Who sang whatever God might put

Into his heart.

And there he sung,

Those war-worn veterans among,

Tales of great war and strong hearts wrung,

Of clash of arms, of council's brawl,

Of beauty that must early fall,

Of battle hate and battle joy

By the old windy walls of Troy.

They felt that they were unreal then,

Visions and shadow-forms, not men.

But those the Bard did sing and say

(Some were their comrades, some were they) 82