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Νηνεμος Αιων
I would my days had been in other times,
A moment in the long unnumbered years
That knew the sway of Horus and of hawk,
In peaceful lands that border on the Nile.
A moment in the long unnumbered years
That knew the sway of Horus and of hawk,
In peaceful lands that border on the Nile.
I would my days had been in other times,
Lulled by the sacrifice and mumbled hymn
Between the five great rivers, or in shade
And shelter of the cool Himâlyan hills.
Lulled by the sacrifice and mumbled hymn
Between the five great rivers, or in shade
And shelter of the cool Himâlyan hills.
I would my days had been in other times,
That I in some old abbey of Touraine
Had watched the rounding grapes, and lived my life,
Ere ever Luther came or Rabelais!
That I in some old abbey of Touraine
Had watched the rounding grapes, and lived my life,
Ere ever Luther came or Rabelais!
I would my days had been in other times,
When quiet life to death not terrible
Drifted, as ashes of the Santhal dead
Drift down the sacred rivers to the sea!
When quiet life to death not terrible
Drifted, as ashes of the Santhal dead
Drift down the sacred rivers to the sea!
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