 | Silenus |  |
Whereat, high-puffed in pride, the goat-legged God
Crying to Syrinx, “Now, behold! Behold!”
Went at a rate to prove no wily boast
His threat of certain capture in the chase.
Crying to Syrinx, “Now, behold! Behold!”
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His threat of certain capture in the chase.
As she beheld afar his goat-limbs wane,
And vanishing, his upper man-shaped form
Seemed moved by will alone; suddenly then
Hope smiled and beckoned her the other way;
And, like a creature hunted for its life,
She flew toward the sheltering river sedge;
But scarce had started ere the crafty God
Caught her intent and, as on pivot, turned;
And had he been a prey-bent vulture winged
He had not grown more rapidly to view
While leaping over the dividing space.
And vanishing, his upper man-shaped form
Seemed moved by will alone; suddenly then
Hope smiled and beckoned her the other way;
And, like a creature hunted for its life,
She flew toward the sheltering river sedge;
But scarce had started ere the crafty God
Caught her intent and, as on pivot, turned;
And had he been a prey-bent vulture winged
He had not grown more rapidly to view
While leaping over the dividing space.
| Silenus | |