 | Poems 1918-21 : |  |
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THE twisted rhombs ceased their clamour of
accompaniment;
The scorched laurel lay in the fire-dust;
The moon still declined to descend out of heaven,
The scorched laurel lay in the fire-dust;
The moon still declined to descend out of heaven,
But the black omnious owl hoot was audible.
And one raft bears our fates
on the veiled lake toward Avernus
Sails spread on Cerulean waters, I would shed tears for two;
I shall live, if she continue in life,
If she dies, I shall go with her.
Great Zeus, save the woman,
or she will sit before your feet in a veil,
and tell out the long list of her troubles.
on the veiled lake toward Avernus
Sails spread on Cerulean waters, I would shed tears for two;
I shall live, if she continue in life,
If she dies, I shall go with her.
Great Zeus, save the woman,
or she will sit before your feet in a veil,
and tell out the long list of her troubles.
| Poems 1918-21 : | |