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Rh Chirping none the scarlet cicalas crouched in ranks:
 * Slack the thistle-head piled its down-silk gray:

Scarce the stony lizard sucked hollows in his flanks:
 * Thick on spots of umbrage our drowsed flocks lay.

Sudden bowed the chestnuts beneath a wind unheard,
 * Lengthened ran the grasses, the sky grew slate:

Then amid a swift flight of winged seed white as curd,
 * Clear of limb a Youth smote the master's gate.
 * God! of whom music
 * And song and blood are pure,
 * The day is never darkened
 * That had thee here obscure.