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Rh And then the flowers came back behind the heel

Of hunted Io: she, poor maid, had fear

Wide in her eyes looking half back to steal

A glimpse of the loud gadfly fiercely near.

In her right hand she held a slanting light,

And in her left her train. Artemis here

Raised herself on her palms, and took a white

Horn from her side and blew a silver peal

'Til three hounds from the coppice did appear.

The white nine left the spaces of flowers, and now

Went calling thro' the wood the hunter's call.

Young echoes sleeping in the hollow bough

Took up the shouts and handed them to all

Their sisters of the crags, 'til all the day

Was filled with voices loud and musical.