"Have you then," demanded the chief, "any method by which

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When from the slope side of a suburb hill,

Deafening the swallow's twitter, came a thrill

Of trumpets - Lycius started - the sounds fled,

But left a thought, a buzzing in his head.

For the first time, since first he harbour'd in

That purple-lined palace of sweet sin,

His spirit pass'd beyond its golden bourn

Into the noisy world almost forsworn.



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