Sprang to his lips unsummoned, with no choice.
20
“Ah! but the eyes are open, the dream is broken!
To sack the Perfect City?... a fool’s deed
For Dymer! Folly of follies I have spoken!
I am the wanderer, new born, newly freed....
A thousand times they have warned me of men’s greed
For joy, for the good that all desire, but never
Till now I knew the wild heat of the endeavour.