Helen of Troy and Other Poems by Sara Teasdale
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Ave Maria! gratia plena, Dominus ----
Voice of the Page (from the foot of the tower.) My lord, my lord, they call for you at court! (The knight wakes. It is now quite dark.) There is a tourney toward; your enemy Has challenged you. My lord, make haste to come! (The knight rises and gropes his way toward the stairs.) K. I will make haste. Await me where you are. (To himself.) There was a lady on this tower with me ---- (He glances around hurriedly but does not see her in the darkness.) Page. My lord has far to ride before the dawn! K. (To himself.) Why should I tarry? (To the page.) Bring my horse and shield! (He descends. As the noise of his footfall on the stairs dies away, |
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