Helen of Troy
XLVIII.

Andrew Lan

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"He spake, and pass'd, and Night without a breath,

Without a star drew on; and now I heard

The voice that in the springtime wandereth,

The crying of Dame Hera's shadowy bird;

And soon the silence of the trees was stirred

By the wise fowl of Pallas; and anigh,

More sweet than is a girl's first loving word,

The doves of Aphrodite made reply.

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