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 Their early glory to be going out,

Or whether in one last fury against fate

He made an end of them, as afterwards

He would have made an end of other relics,

I do not know. The most he ever told me

Later about them was that they were dead.

And how they died, and how much better it was

For them to be where dead things ought to be—

Adding at once, that I be not mistaken,

That he had known himself to be no liar

The while he praised them. It was not for them

That he fed scorn to envy in those days,

Nor out of them so much as out of him

That envy grew. “They knew I had it—once,”

He said; and with a scowl said it again,

Like a child trying twice the bitter taste

Of an unpalatable panacea: