Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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THE RETURN TO APOLLO
Father, I am thy child, the rivers quicken,Music to comfort me comes rustling:
I stood aloof—Father, I saw him die.
It was not worth
Living forever when his friend had stricken—
My centaur lies dead on the earth!
Distant nor nigh, I shall not hear his hoof;
But I rove the woods and sing,
And the stars are fresh in Heaven.
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