the two officers were finally adjusted, by each giving
So fell the King! And one cried ``Ithaca!
Ah, Ithaca!'' and turned his face and wept.
Then came another - wise Telemachus -
Who knelt beside the man of many days
And pored upon the face; but lo, the life
Was like bright water spilt in sands of thirst,
A wasted splendour swiftly drawn away.
Yet held he by the dead: he heeded not