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AMPHION.
Amphion old, that with thine harmonyAs poets sing, didst build the Theban wall;
How of that tale the deep reality
Grows on my thought—great deeds are musical;
And ever to the concert of the spheres
They soar aloft, and thence our being sway,
Heard through the night of time: lo! to whose ears
Their voices come, whose spirits listen may,
And thrill with lyric inspiration, they
Rear up like thee the landmarks of the world.
Jove was thy sire, but he whom chords obey
Cyllenian Hermes, on the dewy-pearled
Cithæron gave the lyre; by thee away
Lashed to a bull was jealous Dirce hurled.
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