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And thou, the saddest wind That ever blew from Crete, Sing the fell tidings back to that thrice unhappy ship! AND THOUGH THE SADDEST WIND THAT EVER BLEW FROM CRETE SING THE FELL TIDINGS BACK TO THAT THRICE UNHAPPY SHIP
or all man's agony, Ye that have seen this woe that we have seen, -- Look with a just regard, And with an even grace, Here on the shattered corpse of a shattered king, Here on a suffering world where men grow old And wander like sad shadows till, at last, Out of the flare of life, Out of the whirl of years, Into the mist they go, Into the mist of death. O shades of you that loved him long before The cruel threads of that black sail were spun, May loyal arms and ancient welcomings Receive him once again Who now no longer moves Here in this flickering dance of changing days, Where a battle is lost and won for a withered wreath, And the black master Death is over all, To chill with his approach, To level with his touch, The reigning strength of youth, The fluttered heart of age. Woe for the fateful day when Delphi's word was lost -- Woe for the loveless prince of Aethra's line! Woe for a father's tears and the curse of a king's release -- Woe for the wings of pride and the shafts of doom! E WORLD YE THAT HAVE EYES FOR ALL MAN'S AGONY YE THAT HAVE SEEN THIS WOE THAT WE HAVE SEEN LOOK WITH A JUST REGARD AND WITH AN EVEN GRACE HERE ON THE SHATTERED CORPSE OF A SHATTERED KING HERE ON A SUFFERING WORLD WHERE MEN GROW OLD AND WANDER LIKE SAD SHADOWS TILL AT LAST OUT OF THE FLARE OF LIFE OUT OF THE WHIRL OF YEARS INTO THE MIST THEY GO INTO THE MIST OF DEATH O SHADES OF VIEW THAT LOVED HIM LONG BEFORE THE CRUEL THREADS OF THAT BLACK SAIL WERE SPUN MAY LOYAL ARMS AND ANCIENT WELCOMINGS RECEIVE HIM ONCE AGAIN WHO NOW NO LONGER MOVES HERE IN THIS FLICKERING DANCE OF CHANGING DAYS WHERE A BATTLE IS LOST AND WON FOR A WITHERED WREATH AND THE BLACK MASTER DEATH IS OVERALL TO CHILL WITH HIS APPROACH TO LEVEL WITH HIS TOUCH THE REIGNING STRENGTH OF YOUTH THE FLUTTERING HEART OF AGE WOE FOR THE FAITHFUL DAY WHEN DELPHI'S WORD WAS LOST WOE FOR THE LOVELESS PRINCE OF ALTHIRA'S LINE WOE FOR A FATHER'S TEARS AND THE CURSE OF A KING'S RELEASE WOE FOR THE WINGS OF PRIDE AND THE SHAFTS OF DOOM
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