Helen of Troy
XXIV.

Andrew Lan

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They saw the vain and weary toil of men,

The ships that win the rich man all he craves;

They pass'd the red-prow'd barks Egyptian,

And heard afar the moaning of the slaves

Pent in the dark hot hold beneath the waves;

And scatheless the Sardanian fleets among

They sail'd; by men that sow the sea with graves,

Bearing black fate to folk of alien tongue.

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