His servants opened. None appeared to doubt How it might happen their young lord stood there, But led him in. The house as for a rout Stood swept and garnished and exceeding fair. Adrian`s strange eyes, long widowed of the sight, Found all things larger, nobler and more proud Than on the day he left them in his flight, A love--sick boy by a long sorrow bowed. And still through halls and corridors he went And found new treasures still at every door, Mirrors and silks and fretwork excellent, And panelled tapestry and marbled floor. He paused in wonder and delight at each, Pleased to his soul to find himself thus rich.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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