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ATALANTA IN CALYDON.

, and mistress of the months and stars Now folded in the flowerless fields of heaven, Goddess whom all gods love with threefold heart, Being treble in thy divided deity, A light for dead men and dark hours, a foot Swift on the hills as morning, and a hand To all things fierce and fleet that roar and range Mortal, with gentler shafts than snow or sleep; Hear now and help and lift no violent hand, But favourable and fair as thine eye’s beam Hidden and shown in heaven; for I all night Amid the king’s hounds and the hunting men Have wrought and worshipped toward thee; nor shall man See goodlier hounds or deadlier edge of spears; But for the end, that lies unreached at yet Between the hands and on the knees of gods. O fair-faced sun, killing the stars and dews