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OEnone sat within the cave from out	A
Whose ivy matted mouth she used to gaze	B
Down at the Troad but the goodly view	C
Was now one blank and all the serpent vines	D
Which on the touch of heavenly feet had risen	E
And gliding thro' the branches over bower'd	A
The naked Three were wither'd long ago	F
And thro' the sunless winter morning mist	A
In silence wept upon the flowerless earth	G
And while she stared at those dead cords that ran	H
Dark thro' the mist and linking tree to tree	I
But once were gayer than a dawning sky	J
With many a pendent bell and fragrant star	K
Her Past became her Present and she saw	L
Him climbing toward her with the golden fruit	A
Him happy to be chosen judge of Gods	M
Her husband in the flush of youth and dawn	N
Paris himself as beauteous as a God	A
Anon from out the long ravine below	F
She heard a wailing cry that seem'd at first	A
Thin as the bat like shrillings of the Dead	A
When driven to Hades but in coming near	O
Across the downward thunder of the brook	P
Sounded 'OEnone' and on a sudden he	I
Paris no longer beauteous as a God	A
Struck by a poison'd arrow in the fight	A
Lame crooked reeling livid thro' the mist	A
Rose like the wraith of his dead self and moan'd	A
'OEnone my OEnone while we dwelt	A
Together in this valley happy then	Q
Too happy had I died within thine arms	R
Before the feud of Gods had marr'd our peace	S
And sunder'd each from each I am dying now	T
Pierced by a poison'd dart Save me Thou knowest	A
Taught by some God whatever herb or balm	U
May clear the blood from poison and thy fame	V
Is blown thro' all the Troad and to thee	I
The shepherd brings his adder bitten lamb	W
The wounded warrior climbs from Troy to thee	I
My life and death are in thy hand The Gods	M
Avenge on stony hearts a fruitless prayer	X
For pity Let me owe my life to thee	I
I wrought thee bitter wrong but thou forgive	Y
Forget it Man is but the slave of Fate	A
OEnone by thy love which once was mine	Z
Help heal me I am poison'd to the heart '	A2
'And I to mine' she said ' Adulterer	B2
Go back to thine adulteress and die '	A2
He groan'd he turn'd and in the mist at once	C2
Became a shadow sank and disappear'd	A
But ere the mountain rolls into the plain	D2
Fell headlong dead and of the shepherds one	E
Their oldest and the same who first had found	A
Paris a naked babe among the woods	E2
Of Ida following lighted on him there	X
And shouted and the shepherds heard and came	V
One raised the Prince one sleek'd the squalid hair	X
One kiss'd his hand another closed his eyes	F2
And then remembering the gay playmate rear'd	A
Among them and forgetful of the man	H
Whose crime had half unpeopled Ilion these	G2
All that day long labour'd hewing the pines	D
And built their shepherd prince a funeral pile	H2
And while the star of eve was drawing light	A
From the dead sun kindled the pyre and all	I2
Stood round it hush'd or calling on his name	V
But when the white fog vanish'd like a ghost	A
Before the day and every topmost pine	Z
Spired into bluest heaven still in her cave	J2
Amazed and ever seeming stared upon	K2
By ghastlier than the Gorgon head a face	L2
His face deform'd by lurid blotch and blain	D2
There like a creature frozen to the heart	A
Beyond all hope of warmth OEnone sat	A
Not moving till in front of that ravine	M2
Which drowsed in gloom self darken'd from the west	A
The sunset blazed along the wall of Troy	N2
Then her head sank she slept and thro' her dream	O2
A ghostly murmur floated 'Come to me	I
OEnone I can wrong thee now no more	P2
OEnone my OEnone ' and the dream	O2
Wail'd in her when she woke beneath the stars	Q2
What star eould burn so low not Ilion yet	A
What light was there She rose and slowly down	R2
By the long torrent's ever deepen'd roar	P2
Paced following as in trance the silent cry	J
She waked a bird of prey that scream'd and past	A
She roused a snake that hissing writhed away	S2
A panther sprang across her path she heard	A
The shriek of some lost life among the pines	D
But when she gain'd the broader vale and saw	L
The ring of faces redden'd by the flames	T2
Enfolding that dark body which had lain	D2
Of old in her embrace paused and then ask'd	A
Falteringly 'Who lies on yonder pyre '	A2
But every man was mute for reverence	C2
Then moving quickly forward till the heat	A
Smote on her brow she lifted up a voice	U2
Of shrill command 'Who burns upon the pyre '	A2
Whereon their oldest and their boldest said	A
'He whom thou wouldst not heal ' and all at once	C2
The morning light of happy marriage broke	V2
Thro' all the clouded years of widowhood	A
And muffling up her comely head and crying	W2
'Husband ' she leapt upon the funeral pile	H2
And mixt herself with him and past in fire	B2

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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