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’Tis a long road;
But rumour from the lips of wayfarers
Flies far and wide, so that he needs must hear;
And hearing, never doubt but he will come.
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So noised in every land hath been thy name,
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Old sovereign,—were he sunk in drowsiness,
That sound would bring him swiftly to thy side.
Oedipus at Colonus. Sophocles. Lewis Campbell (Translator). London, New York and Toronto. 1906.