Chapter 50
Wherein King Media Celebrates The Glories Of Autumn, The Minstrel, The Promise Of Spring "Ho, now!" cried Media, "across the wide waters, for that New Mardi, Vivenza! Let us indeed see, whether she who eludes us elsewhere, he at last found in Vivenza's vales." "There or nowhere, noble Taji," said Yoomy. "Be not too sanguine, gentle Yoomy," said Babbalanja. "Does Yillah choose rather to bower in the wild wilderness of Vivenza, than in the old vineyards of Porpheero?" said Braid-Beard. Sang Yoomy:-- Her bower is not of the vine, But the wild, wild eglantine! Not climbing a moldering arch, But upheld by the fir-green larch. Old ruins she flies: To new valleys she hies:-- Not the hoar, moss-wood, Ivied trees each a rood-- Not in Maramma she dwells, Hollow with hermit cells.
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