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Rh Forth, free of the deluge, one cry From the vanishing gallop rose clear: And: Skiágeneia! the sky Rang: Skiágeneia! the sphere. And she left him therewith, to rejoice, Repine, yearn, and know not his aim, The life of their day in her voice,
 * Left her life in her name.

Now the valley in ruin of fields And fair meadowland, showing at eve Like the spear-pitted warrior's shields After battle, bade men believe That no other than wrathfullest God Had been loose on her beautiful breast, Where the flowery grass was clod, Wheat and vine as a trailing nest.