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 Meats lie stacked on the rocks of the Pool's shore; Wine flows on the grass in front of the shrine. I do not know, of all those offerings, how much the Dragon eats; But the mice of the woods and the foxes of the hills are continually drunk and sated. Why are the foxes so lucky? What have the sucking-pigs done, That year by year they should be killed, merely to glut the foxes? That the foxes are robbing the Sacred Dragon and eating His sucking-pig. Beneath the nine-fold depths of His pool, does He know or not? [ 181 ]