Helen of Troy
XXXVI.

Andrew Lan

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Then while the happy people cried "Well done,"

And Priam's heart was melted by the tale -

For Paris was his best-beloved son -

Came a wild woman, with wet eyes, and pale

Sad face, men look'd on when she cast her veil,

Not gladly; and none mark'd the thing she said,

Yet must they hear her long and boding wail

That follow'd still, however fleet they fled.

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