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To the Moon
Θεστυλι, ται κυνες αμμιν ανα πτολιν ωρυονται.
α θεος εν τριοδοισι.
Theocritus (Idyll II. 35, 36).
α θεος εν τριοδοισι.
Theocritus (Idyll II. 35, 36).
Now maddens the slumbering shepherd in thy sheen;
The death-foreboding watch-dog distant bays
Thy look malign; where cross the lonely ways,
The gliding spectres pace their scant demesne!
As men emerge, this summer night serene,
From revel, sedulous to cheat the days,
They shudder at thy cold accusing gaze,
And wish they were not, and had never been!
Warping their faint reluctant waves, thou glarest
On fascinated seas; no fruitful heat,
No happier race in thy bleached bosom thou bearest;
But rangest in sad bondage to the beat
Of Earth's sad heart, and in amazement farest,
Treading thy weary round with frozen feet.
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