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PROLOGUE
In the days when Earth was young
Beauty had not found a tongue:
For the Gods forbade her speech,
Lest her voice too soon should teach
All the bliss that Love bestows,
All the lore that heaven knows.
Beauty had not found a tongue:
For the Gods forbade her speech,
Lest her voice too soon should teach
All the bliss that Love bestows,
All the lore that heaven knows.
Through the bleak world wandering,
Silent Beauty yet could bring
Unto many an anxious thought
Dreams of heaven, else untaught:
Everywhere that she might come
She of heaven spoke, though dumb.
Silent Beauty yet could bring
Unto many an anxious thought
Dreams of heaven, else untaught:
Everywhere that she might come
She of heaven spoke, though dumb.
Waited all the Gods the event,—
Love alone impatient:
Unto Beauty then he led,
Blushing as he whispered,
One who kiss'd her. So her tongue
Was freed, and the first poet's song.
Love alone impatient:
Unto Beauty then he led,
Blushing as he whispered,
One who kiss'd her. So her tongue
Was freed, and the first poet's song.
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