Still have their altars; a great market-place Upon two other sides fills all the space, And thence the busy hum of men comes forth;

But on the cold side looking toward the north

A pillared council-house may you behold, Within whose porch are images of gold, 36 Gods of the nations who dwelt anciently About the borders of the Grecian sea.

Pass now between them, push the brazen door,

And standing on the polished marble floor Leave all the noises of the square behind; Most calm that reverent chamber shall ye find,

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About the cliffs and through the beechtrees ring.

But when they ended, still awhile he stood, And but the sweet familiar thrush could hear,

And all the day-long noises of the wood, 10 And o'er the dry leaves of the vanished

year

His hounds' feet pattering as they drew

anear,

And heavy breathing from their heads low hung,

To see the mighty cornel bow unstrung.

town.

So thitherward he turned, and on each side

The folk were busy on the teeming land, 30 And man and maid from the brown furrows cried,

Whence he beheld a broidered canopy, 'Neath which in fair array King Schoneus

sat

Upon his throne with councillors thereby; And underneath his well-wrought seat and

high,

He saw a golden image of the Sun,

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In places where no man his strength may spare;