XIII

But months went by and still I had not found:

Yet, here and there, as wearily I sought,

I caught some news: how he had held his ground

Against the Roundhead troops; or how he'd fought

Then fled--returned and conquered. Like a hound

Questing a boar, I followed; but was brought

No nearer to my quarry. Day by day

It seemed that Satan kept him from my way.

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