 | Tiresias |  |
“As you may well divine, O Chariclo,
Few are the cares lodged in that buoyant breast:
His mate, the sunshine, and his little ones;
His transport in the light when ether-poised,
The cadences that alternate his song!
Few are the cares lodged in that buoyant breast:
His mate, the sunshine, and his little ones;
His transport in the light when ether-poised,
The cadences that alternate his song!
| Tiresias | |