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"Georgian Poetry 1911-12"


My Delphis 'owns the brains and presence too
That make a Pericles!' ... (the words are thine)
Had he but the will; and has he now?
Good Damon, tell me quick?

Damon:
He dreams not of the court, and city life
Is what he rails at.

Cydilla:
Well, if he now be wise and sober-souled
And loved for goodness, I can rest content.

Damon:
My brain lights up to see thee happy! wait,
It may be I can give some notion how
Our poet spoke:
'Damon, the best of life is in thine eyes--
Worship of promise-laden beauty. Seems he not
The god of this fair scene?
Those waves claim such a master as that boy;
And these green slopes have waited till his feet
Should wander them, to prove they were not spread
In wantonness. What were this flower's prayer
Had it a voice? The place behind his ear
Would brim its cup with bliss and overbrim;
Oh, to be worn and fade beside his cheek!'--
'In love and happy, Delphis; and the boy?'--
'Loves and is happy'--
You hale from?'--
'AEtna;
We have been out two days and crossed this ridge,
West of Mount Mycon's head.


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