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Unformatted text preview: he glow that slowly cr imsoned all ce and thy por tals, while I lay, ehead, eyelids, growing dewy-war m s balmier than half-opening buds nd could hear the lips that kissed g I knew not what of wild and sweet, range song I heard Apollo 4 sing, like a mist rose int o t owers. 5 me not for ever in thine East: y nature longer mix with thine? osy shadows bathe me, cold lights, and cold my wr inkled feet immer ing thresholds, when the st eam om those dim fields about the homes en that have the power to die, bar rows 6 of the happier dead. , and rest ore me t o the ground; all things, thou wilt see my grave: enew thy beauty mor n by mor n; ar th forget these empty cour ts, etur ning on thy silver wheels. er spouse. She begged Jupiter, the sur preme god, t o grant him et er nal life, but forgot t o ask for et er nal youth s human destiny urora’s char iot into the sky at dawn o y/I lion were raised by the sound of Apollo’s song The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,...
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- Winter '10
- English, Trigraph, 6 bar, t hine East, Thy sweet eyes, thy pure brows