Tiresias | ||
“‘When flush and fashioned they have outgrown home;
And duly feathered fit for enterprise;
Luring them craftily with thrilling cries
To trial of their timorous wings, we roam
Hushed unfrequented hollows, hour by hour;
Then, as their little limbs wax lithe in power,
Thro' dewy grass we follow shining trails,
And finding, pounce upon the wanderer snails,
Then crush their spiral palaces, and slay
The rich inhabitants, our unctuous prey.
And duly feathered fit for enterprise;
Luring them craftily with thrilling cries
To trial of their timorous wings, we roam
Hushed unfrequented hollows, hour by hour;
Then, as their little limbs wax lithe in power,
Thro' dewy grass we follow shining trails,
And finding, pounce upon the wanderer snails,
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The rich inhabitants, our unctuous prey.
Tiresias | ||