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Ay—though with sumless gold I bought the sight.

Why on this mighty longing hast thou fallen?

To see them drunk with wine—a bitter sight!

Yet wouldst thou gladly see a bitter sight?

Yea, sooth, in silence crouched beneath the pines.

Yet will they track thee, stealthily though thou come.

Openly then!—yea, well hast thou said this.

Shall I then guide thee? Wilt essay the path?

Lead on with speed: I grudge thee all delay!

Array thee now in robes of linen fine.