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My dream had never died or lived again	A
As in some mystic middle state I lay	B
Seeing I saw not hearing not I heard	C
Though if I saw not yet they told me all	D
So often that I speak as having seen	E
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For so it seemed or so they said to me	F
That all things grew more tragic and more strange	G
That when our side was vanquished and my cause	H
For ever lost there went up a great cry	I
The Prince is slain My father heard and ran	J
In on the lists and there unlaced my casque	K
And grovelled on my body and after him	L
Came Psyche sorrowing for Agla a	M
But high upon the palace Ida stood	N
With Psyche's babe in arm there on the roofs	O
Like that great dame of Lapidoth she sang	K
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'Our enemies have fallen have fallen the seed	P
The little seed they laughed at in the dark	K
Has risen and cleft the soil and grown a bulk	K
Of spanless girth that lays on every side	Q
A thousand arms and rushes to the Sun	R
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'Our enemies have fallen have fallen they came	S
The leaves were wet with women's tears they heard	C
A noise of songs they would not understand	T
They marked it with the red cross to the fall	D
And would have strown it and are fallen themselves	U
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'Our enemies have fallen have fallen they came	S
The woodmen with their axes lo the tree	F
But we will make it faggots for the hearth	V
And shape it plank and beam for roof and floor	W
And boats and bridges for the use of men	A
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'Our enemies have fallen have fallen they struck	K
With their own blows they hurt themselves nor knew	X
There dwelt an iron nature in the grain	Y
The glittering axe was broken in their arms	Z
Their arms were shattered to the shoulder blade	A2
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'Our enemies have fallen but this shall grow	B2
A night of Summer from the heat a breadth	C2
Of Autumn dropping fruits of power and rolled	D2
With music in the growing breeze of Time	E2
The tops shall strike from star to star the fangs	F2
Shall move the stony bases of the world	G2
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'And now O maids behold our sanctuary	F
Is violate our laws broken fear we not	H2
To break them more in their behoof whose arms	Z
Championed our cause and won it with a day	B
Blanched in our annals and perpetual feast	I2
When dames and heroines of the golden year	J2
Shall strip a hundred hollows bare of Spring	K
To rain an April of ovation round	K2
Their statues borne aloft the three but come	L2
We will be liberal since our rights are won	R
Let them not lie in the tents with coarse mankind	M2
Ill nurses but descend and proffer these	N2
The brethren of our blood and cause that there	O2
Lie bruised and maimed the tender ministries	N2
Of female hands and hospitality '	-
	-
She spoke and with the babe yet in her arms	Z
Descending burst the great bronze valves and led	P2
A hundred maids in train across the Park	K
Some cowled and some bare headed on they came	S
Their feet in flowers her loveliest by them went	Q2
The enamoured air sighing and on their curls	R2
From the high tree the blossom wavering fell	S2
And over them the tremulous isles of light	T2
Slided they moving under shade but Blanche	U2
At distance followed so they came anon	R
Through open field into the lists they wound	K2
Timorously and as the leader of the herd	C
That holds a stately fretwork to the Sun	R
And followed up by a hundred airy does	V2
Steps with a tender foot light as on air	O2
The lovely lordly creature floated on	R
To where her wounded brethren lay there stayed	A2
Knelt on one knee the child on one and prest	W2
Their hands and called them dear deliverers	X2
And happy warriors and immortal names	Y2
And said 'You shall not lie in the tents but here	Z2
And nursed by those for whom you fought and served	A3
With female hands and hospitality '	-
	-
Then whether moved by this or was it chance	B3
She past my way Up started from my side	Q
The old lion glaring with his whelpless eye	I
Silent but when she saw me lying stark	K
Dishelmed and mute and motionlessly pale	C3
Cold even to her she sighed and when she saw	D3
The haggard father's face and reverend beard	E3
Of grisly twine all dabbled with the blood	F3
Of his own son shuddered a twitch of pain	R
Tortured her mouth and o'er her forehead past	G3
A shadow and her hue changed and she said	P2
'He saved my life my brother slew him for it '	-
No more at which the king in bitter scorn	R
Drew from my neck the painting and the tress	H3
And held them up she saw them and a day	B
Rose from the distance on her memory	F
When the good Queen her mother shore the tress	H3
With kisses ere the days of Lady Blanche	U2
And then once more she looked at my pale face	I3
Till understanding all the foolish work	K
Of Fancy and the bitter close of all	D
Her iron will was broken in her mind	M2
Her noble heart was molten in her breast	W2
She bowed she set the child on the earth she laid	A2
A feeling finger on my brows and presently	F
'O Sire ' she said 'he lives he is not dead	P2
O let me have him with my brethren here	Z2
In our own palace we will tend on him	L
Like one of these if so by any means	J3
To lighten this great clog of thanks that make	K
Our progress falter to the woman's goal '	-
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She said but at the happy word 'he lives'	K3
My father stooped re fathered o'er my wounds	L3
So those two foes above my fallen life	M3
With brow to brow like night and evening mixt	P2
Their dark and gray while Psyche ever stole	N3
A little nearer till the babe that by us	O3
Half lapt in glowing gauze and golden brede	P2
Lay like a new fallen meteor on the grass	P3
Uncared for spied its mother and began	R
A blind and babbling laughter and to dance	B3
Its body and reach its fatling innocent arms	Z
And lazy lingering fingers She the appeal	Q3
Brooked not but clamouring out 'Mine mine not yours	R3
It is not yours but mine give me the child'	P2
Ceased all on tremble piteous was the cry	I
So stood the unhappy mother open mouthed	P2
And turned each face her way wan was her cheek	K
With hollow watch her blooming mantle torn	R
Red grief and mother's hunger in her eye	I
And down dead heavy sank her curls and half	S3
The sacred mother's bosom panting burst	P2
The laces toward her babe but she nor cared	P2
Nor knew it clamouring on till Ida heard	P2
Looked up and rising slowly from me stood	P2
Erect and silent striking with her glance	B3
The mother me the child but he that lay	B
Beside us Cyril battered as he was	H
Trailed himself up on one knee then he drew	X
Her robe to meet his lips and down she looked	P2
At the armed man sideways pitying as it seemed	P2
Or self involved but when she learnt his face	I3
Remembering his ill omened song arose	T3
Once more through all her height and o'er him grew	X
Tall as a figure lengthened on the sand	P2
When the tide ebbs in sunshine and he said	P2
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'O fair and strong and terrible Lioness	T3
That with your long locks play the Lion's mane	R
But Love and Nature these are two more terrible	U3
And stronger See your foot is on our necks	T3
We vanquished you the Victor of your will	V3
What would you more Give her the child remain	R
Orbed in your isolation he is dead	P2
Or all as dead henceforth we let you be	F
Win you the hearts of women and beware	O2
Lest where you seek the common love of these	T3
The common hate with the revolving wheel	Q3
Should drag you down and some great Nemesis	T3
Break from a darkened future crowned with fire	W3
And tread you out for ever but howso'er	W3
Fixed in yourself never in your own arms	T3
To hold your own deny not hers to her	W3
Give her the child O if I say you keep	X3
One pulse that beats true woman if you loved	P2
The breast that fed or arm that dandled you	X
Or own one port of sense not flint to prayer	W3
Give her the child or if you scorn to lay it	P2
Yourself in hands so lately claspt with yours	T3
Or speak to her your dearest her one fault	P2
The tenderness not yours that could not kill	V3
Give me it I will give it her	W3
He said	P2
At first her eye with slow dilation rolled	P2
Dry flame she listening after sank and sank	K
And into mournful twilight mellowing dwelt	P2
Full on the ch	U2

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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