116Canto CXVI. The Hermit's Speech.When Bharat took his homeward road Still Ráma in the wood abode: But soon he marked the fear and care That darkened all the hermits there. For all who dwelt before the hill Were sad with dread of coming ill: Each holy brow was lined by thought, And Ráma's side they often sought. With gathering frowns the prince they eyed, And then withdrew and talked aside. Then Raghu's son with anxious breast The leader of the saints addressed: “Can aught that I have done displease, O reverend Sage, the devotees? Why are their loving looks, O say,