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THE DREAM
Bound to his torment on the wheel that turns
Perpetual within the air of hell,
Ixion hangs and swirls in vain and burns,
Languid to death upon that axle fell;
Lean as a tree bereft of leaves or vine
Whose age is leaf-forsaken in each twine.
Perpetual within the air of hell,
Ixion hangs and swirls in vain and burns,
Languid to death upon that axle fell;
Lean as a tree bereft of leaves or vine
Whose age is leaf-forsaken in each twine.
Haggard and bitter is the truth of pain
In all that region where his life revolves,
Where crime and insolence sigh out their bane
As poisonous winds, and infamy dissolves
Into Æolian cries that wail and rove
To find a listener in that vacant grove.
In all that region where his life revolves,
Where crime and insolence sigh out their bane
As poisonous winds, and infamy dissolves
Into Æolian cries that wail and rove
To find a listener in that vacant grove.
All curse their clinging misery and know
Only their sins and chastisement and shame—
All, save Ixion: he illudes their woe;
As if he slept his eyes are on the flame;
From hell it seems he must have slipped away
Withdrawn, intent, through reeling night and day:
Only their sins and chastisement and shame—
All, save Ixion: he illudes their woe;
As if he slept his eyes are on the flame;
From hell it seems he must have slipped away
Withdrawn, intent, through reeling night and day:
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Void of its horrors, he has clasped a cloud;
A Dream is with him, and its golden lips
Are his, its whiteness on his passion bowed
Draws all inhuman living to eclipse;
Breath is imbowered for him of heavenly flowers,
And softly to become as Zeus empowers.
A Dream is with him, and its golden lips
Are his, its whiteness on his passion bowed
Draws all inhuman living to eclipse;
Breath is imbowered for him of heavenly flowers,
And softly to become as Zeus empowers.
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