Chapter 43

"I heard the pulse of the besieging sea" (to Colvin), xxiv. 366; xxv. 23 & _n._ 1

"In the beloved hour that ushers day" (Songs of Travel), xxiv. 240

"I was a barren tree before," xxv. 366

"I would shoot you, but I have no bow," xxiii. 360

"Let us who part like brothers part like bards" (Songs of Travel),