Artemis to Actaeon, and Other Verses
Edith Wharton · English
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Artemis to Actaeon, and Other Verses
Edith Wharton · English
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LIFE NAY, lift me to thy lips, Life, and once more Pour the wild music through me— I quivered in the reed-bed with my kind, Rooted in Lethe-bank, when at the dawn There came a groping shape of mystery Moving among us, that with random stroke Severed, and rapt me from my silent tribe, Pierced, fashioned, lipped me, sounding for a voice, Laughing on Lethe-bank—and in my throat I felt the wing-beat of the fledgeling notes, The bubble of godli
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