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Selections from the Poems and Plays of Robert Browning By Robert Browning Characters: 867

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Then I, as was meet,

Knelt down to the God of my fathers, and rose on my feet,15

And ran o'er the sand burnt to powder. The tent was unlooped;

I pulled up the spear that obstructed, and under I stooped;

Hands and knees on the slippery grass-patch, all withered and gone,

That extends to the second enclosure, I groped my way on

Till I felt where the foldskirts fly open. Then once more I prayed, 20

And opened the

foldskirts and entered, and was not afraid

But spoke, "Here is David, thy servant!" And no voice replied.

At the first I saw naught but the blackness; but soon I descried

A something more black than the blackness-the vast, the upright

Main prop which sustains the pavilion; and slow into sight25

Grew a figure against it, gigantic and blackest of all.

Then a sunbeam, that burst through the tent-roof, showed Saul.

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