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Rh The grey rock and the windy light? Why should the faithfullest heart most love The bitter sweetness of false faces? Why must the lasting love what passes, Why are the gods by men betrayed!'

But thereon every god stood up With a slow smile and without sound, And stretching forth his arm and cup To where she moaned upon the ground, Suddenly drenched her to the skin; And she with Goban's wine adrip, No more remembering what had been, Stared at the gods with laughing lip.

I have kept my faith, though faith was tried, To that rock-born, rock-wandering foot, And the world's altered since you died, And I am in no good repute