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Rh Of Lethe bubbles up to bathe the heart

Sorrow's lean ringers bruised. There eagles wing

To eyries in the stars, and when they part

Their broad dark wings a wind is born to buoy

The bee home heavy in the far evening."

HYMN TO ZEUS

", whose kindly hand doth sow

The rainbow showers on hill and lawn,

To make the young sweet grasses grow

And fill the udder of the fawn.

Whose light is life of leaf and flower,

And all the colours of the birds.

Whose song goes on from hour to hour

Upon the river's liquid words.