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There lies a vale in Ida lovelier	A
Than all the valleys of Ionian hills	B
The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen	C
Puts forth an arm and creeps from pine to pine	D
And loiters slowly drawn On either hand	E
The lawns and meadow ledges midway down	F
Hang rich in flowers and far below them roars	G
The long brook falling thro' the clov'n ravine	H
In cataract after cataract to the sea	I
Behind the valley topmost Gargarus	I
Stands up and takes the morning but in front	J
The gorges opening wide apart reveal	K
Troas and Ilion's column'd citadel	L
The crown of Troas Hither came at noon	M
Mournful none wandering forlorn	N
Of Paris once her playmate on the hills	I
Her cheek had lost the rose and round her neck	O
Floated her hair or seem'd to float in rest	P
She leaning on a fragment twined with vine	D
Sang to the stillness till the mountain shade	Q
Sloped downward to her seat from the upper cliff	R
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'O mother Ida many fountain'd Ida	S
Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
For now the noonday quiet holds the hill	U
The grasshopper is silent in the grass	I
The lizard with his shadow on the stone	V
Rests like a shadow and the winds are dead	W
The purple flower droops the golden bee	I
Is lily cradled I alone awake	X
My eyes are full of tears my heart of love	Y
My heart is breaking and my eyes are dim	Z
And I am all aweary of my life	A2
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'O mother Ida many fountain'd Ida	S
Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
Hear me O Earth hear me O Hills O Caves	I
That house the cold crown'd snake O mountain brooks	I
I am the daughter of a River God	B2
Hear me for I will speak and build up all	C2
My sorrow with my song as yonder walls	I
Rose slowly to a music slowly breathed	D2
A cloud that gather'd shape for it may be	I
That while I speak of it a little while	E2
My heart may wander from its deeper woe	F2
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'O mother Ida many fountain'd Ida	S
Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
I waited underneath the dawning hills	I
Aloft the mountain lawn was dewy dark	G2
And dewy dark aloft the mountain pine	D
Beautiful Paris evil hearted Paris	I
Leading a jet black goat white horn'd white hooved	T
Came up from reedy Simois all alone	V
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'O mother Ida harken ere I die	T
Far off the torrent call'd me from the cleft	T
Far up the solitary morning smote	T
The streaks of virgin snow With down dropt eyes	I
I sat alone white breasted like a star	A
Fronting the dawn he moved a leopard skin	H2
Droop'd from his shoulder but his sunny hair	A
Cluster'd about his temples like a God's	I
And his cheek brighten'd as the foam bow brightens	I
When the wind blows the foam and all my heart	T
Went forth to embrace him coming ere he came	I2
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'Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
He smiled and opening out his milk white palm	J2
Disclosed a fruit of pure Hesperian gold	T
That smelt ambrosially and while I look'd	T
And listen'd the full flowing river of speech	K2
Came down upon my heart My own none	L2
Beautiful brow'd none my own soul	M2
Behold this fruit whose gleaming rind ingrav'n	L2
'For the most fair ' would seem to award it thine	L2
As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt	T
The knolls of Ida loveliest in all grace	I
Of movement and the charm of married brows '	-
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'Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
He prest the blossom of his lips to mine	L2
And added 'This was cast upon the board	T
When all the full faced presence of the Gods	I
Ranged in the halls of Peleus whereupon	L2
Rose feud with question unto whom 'twere due	T
But light foot Iris brought it yester eve	N2
Delivering that to me by common voice	I
Elected umpire Her comes to day	T
Pallas and Aphrodit claiming each	K2
This meed of fairest Thou within the cave	O2
Behind yon whispering tuft of oldest pine	L2
Mayst well behold them unbeheld unheard	T
Hear all and see thy Paris judge of Gods '	-
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'Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
It was the deep midnoon one silvery cloud	T
Had lost his way between the piney sides	I
Of this long glen Then to the bower they came	I2
Naked they came to that smooth swarded bower	A
And at their feet the crocus brake like fire	A
Violet amaracus and asphodel	M2
Lotos and lilies and a wind arose	I
And overhead the wandering ivy and vine	L2
This way and that in many a wild festoon	L2
Ran riot garlanding the gnarled boughs	I
With bunch and berry and flower thro' and thro'	A
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'O mother Ida harken ere I die	T
On the tree tops a crested peacock lit	T
And o'er him flow'd a golden cloud and lean'd	T
Upon him slowly dropping fragrant dew	T
Then first I heard the voice of her to whom	P2
Coming thro' Heaven like a light that grows	I
Larger and clearer with one mind the Gods	I
Rise up for reverence She to Paris made	T
Proffer of royal power ample rule	M2
Unquestion'd overflowing revenue	T
Wherewith to embellish state 'from many a vale	M2
And river sunder'd champaign clothed with corn	L2
Or labour'd mine undrainable of ore	A
Honour ' she said 'and homage tax and toll	M2
From many an inland town and haven large	Q2
Mast throng'd beneath her shadowing citadel	M2
In glassy bays among her tallest towers '	-
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'O mother Ida harken ere I die	T
Still she spake on and still she spake of power	A
'Which in all action is the end of all	M2
Power fitted to the season wisdom bred	T
And throned of wisdom from all neighbour crowns	I
Alliance and allegiance till thy hand	T
Fail from the sceptre staff Such boon from me	I
From me Heaven's Queen Paris to thee king born	L2
A shepherd all thy life but yet king born	L2
Should come most welcome seeing men in power	A
Only are likest Gods who have attain'd	T
Rest in a happy place and quiet seats	I
Above the thunder with undying bliss	I
In knowledge of their own supremacy '	-
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'Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
She ceased and Paris held the costly fruit	T
Out at arm's length so much the thought of power	A
Flatter'd his spirit but Pallas where she stood	T
Somewhat apart her clear and bared limbs	I
O'erthwarted with the brazen headed spear	A
Upon her pearly shoulder leaning cold	T
The while above her full and earnest eye	T
Over her snow cold breast and angry cheek	R2
Kept watch waiting decision made reply	T
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' Self reverence self knowledge self control	M2
These three alone lead life to sovereign power	A
Yet not for power power of herself	S2
Would come uncall'd for but to live by law	M2
Acting the law we live by without fear	A
And because right is right to follow right	T
Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence '	-
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'Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
Again she said 'I woo thee not with gifts	I
Sequel of guerdon could not alter me	I
To fairer Judge thou me by what I am	T2
So shalt thou find me fairest Yet indeed	T
If gazing on divinity disrobed	T
Thy mortal eyes are frail to judge of fair	A
Unbias'd by self profit oh rest thee sure	A
That I shall love thee well and cleave to thee	I
So that my vigour wedded to thy blood	T
Shall strike within thy pulses like a God's	I
To push thee forward thro' a life of shocks	I
Dangers and deeds until endurance grow	A
Sinew'd with action and the full grown will	M2
Circled thro' all experiences pure law	M2
Commeasure perfect freedom ' Here she ceas'd	T
And Paris ponder'd and I cried 'O Paris	I
Give it to Pallas ' but he heard me not	T
Or hearing would not hear me woe is me	I
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'O mother Ida many fountain'd Ida	T
Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
Italian Aphrodit beautiful	M2
Fresh as the foam new bathed in Paphian wells	I
With rosy slender fingers backward drew	T
From her warm brows and bosom her deep hair	A
Ambrosial golden round her lucid throat	T
And shoulder from the violets her light foot	T
Shone rosy white and o'er her rounded form	U2
Between the shadows of the vine bunches	I
Floated the glowing sunlights as she moved	T
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'Dear mother Ida harken ere I die	T
She with a subtle smile in her mild eyes	I
The herald of her triumph drawing nigh	T
Half whisper'd in his ear 'I promise thee	I
The fairest and most loving wife in Greece '	-
She spoke and laugh'd I shut my sight for fear	A
But when I look'd Paris had raised his arm	V2
And I beheld great Her	A