The Fugitive

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Title:     The Fugitive
Author: Laurence Alma-Tadema [More Titles by Alma-Tadema]

When she returned to the clouded land,
She held sweet flowers in her hand;
Her eyes were bright
With a beaming light
That none could understand.

Said they: Where, sister, hast thou been?
What hidden glory hast thou seen?
What magic sod
Has thy white foot trod;
What song-filled groves of green?

Said she: I followed across the plain
To the gates of Love, to the gates of Pain:
By one, by two,
All the rest went through:
But I came back again....

[The end]
Laurence Alma-Tadema's poem: Fugitive

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