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At last she arose, and walking slowly and with bended head, and leaning upon Ilion and Carthage, went mournfully eastwards; and the dust of her highways swirled behind her as she went, a ghostly dust that never turned to mud in all that drenching rain. And so the souls of the cities led her away, and gradually they disappeared from the mountain, and the ancient voices died away in the distance. AT LAST SHE AROSE AND WALKING SLOWLY WITH BENDED HEAD AND LEANING UPON ILION AND CARTHAGE WENT MOURNFULLY EASTWARDS AND THE DUST OF HER HIGHWAYS SWIRLED BEHIND HER AS SHE WENT A GHOSTLY DUST THAT NEVER TURNED TO MUD IN ALL THAT DRENCHING RAIN AND SO THE SOULS OF THE CITIES LED HER AWAY AND GRADUALLY THEY DISAPPEARED FROM THE MOUNTAIN AND THE ANCIENT VOICES DIED AWAY IN THE DISTANCE
ad city. And the hours after midnight came, the cold hours wherein sick men die. "Suddenly I was aware of great shapes moving in the rain, and heard the sound of voices that were not of my city nor yet of any that I ever knew. And presently I discerned, though faintly, the souls of a great concourse of cities, all bending over Andelsprutz and comforting her, and the ravines of the mountains roared that night with the voices of cities that had lain still for centuries. For there came the soul of Camelot that had so long ago forsaken Usk; and there was Ilion, all girt with towers, still cursing the sweet face of ruinous Helen; I saw there Babylon and Persepolis, and the bearded face of bull-like Nineveh, and Athens mourning her immortal gods. "All these souls if cities that were dead spoke that night on the mountain to my city and soothed her, until at last she muttered of war no longer, and her eyes stared wildly no more, but she hid her face in her hands and for some while wept softly. ERINGS OF THE POOR MAD CITY AND THE HOURS AFTER MIDNIGHT CAME THE COLD HOURS WHEREIN SICK MEN DIE SUDDENLY I WAS AWARE OF GREAT SHAPES MOVING IN THE RAIN AND I HEARD THE SOUND OF VOICES THAT WERE NOT OF MY CITY NOR YET OF ANY THAT I EVER KNEW AND PRESENTLY I DISCERNED THOUGH FAINTLY THE SOULS OF A GREAT CONCOURSE OF CITIES ALL BENDING OVER ODDLE SPRUCE AND COMFORTING HER AND THE RAVINES OF THE MOUNTAINS ROARED THAT NIGHT WITH THE VOICES OF CITIES THAT HAD LAIN STILL FOR CENTURIES FOR THERE CAME THE SOUL OF CAMELOT THAT HAD SO LONG AGO FORSAKEN USK AND THERE WAS ILION ALL GIRT WITH TOWERS STILL CURSING THE SWEET FACE OF RUINOUS HELEN I SAW THERE BABYLON AND PERSEPOLIS AND THE BEARDED FACE OF BULL LIKE NINEVEH AND ATHENS MOURNING HER IMMORTAL GODS ALL THESE SOULS OF CITIES THAT WERE DEAD SPOKE THAT NIGHT ON THE MOUNTAIN TO MY CITY AND SOOTHED HER UNTIL AT LAST SHE MUTTERED OF WAR NO LONGER AND HER EYES STARED WILDLY NO MORE BUT SHE HID HER FACE IN HER HANDS AND FOR SOME WHILE WEPT SOFTLY
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