XIX.
And that hour--beneath the beech, When I listened in a dream, And he said in his deep speech That he owed me all _esteem_,-- Each word swam in on my brain With a dim, dilating pain, Till it burst with that last strain.
And that hour--beneath the beech, When I listened in a dream, And he said in his deep speech That he owed me all _esteem_,-- Each word swam in on my brain With a dim, dilating pain, Till it burst with that last strain.