 | W. V. Her Book and Various Verses |  |
The race of giants, sunk in heavy sleep
Within the cirque of those cyclopean walls,
Heard as it were far thunder in their dreams;
But answer came there none from cloud or star.
Then cried the aged King;
Within the cirque of those cyclopean walls,
Heard as it were far thunder in their dreams;
But answer came there none from cloud or star.
Then cried the aged King;
“A curse consume
Thy blind night fevered with the glare of stars,
Wild voices, and the agony of dreams!
Would it were day!”
Thy blind night fevered with the glare of stars,
Wild voices, and the agony of dreams!
Would it were day!”
| W. V. Her Book and Various Verses | |