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In the courtyard a fountain leaped alway,

A Triton blowing jewels through his shell

Into the sunshine; Mordred turned away,

Weary because the stone face did not tell

Of weariness, nor could he bear to-day,

Heartsick, to hear the patient sink and swell 430

Of winds among the leaves, or golden bees

Drowsily humming in the orange-trees.