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 One afternoon Priscilla spoke, And her shrill history was done; At any rate, she newer spoke Like that again to anyone.

One gold October afternoon Great fury smote the silent air; And then Llewellyn leapt and fled Like one with hornets in his hair.

Llewellyn left us, and he said Forewer, leaving few to doubt him; And so, through frost and clicking leaves, The Tilbury way went on without him.

And slowly, through the Tilbury mist, The stillness of October gold Went out like beauty from a face. Priscilla watched it, and grew old.