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 But Zeus is immutable Master, and these are the walls the immortals

Build for our sighing, and who may set lips at the lords and repine?

Therefore," he saith, "I am sick for thee, Merope, faint for the tender

Touch of thy mouth, and the eyes like the lights of an altar to me;

But, lo, thou art far; and thy face is a still and a sorrowful splendour!

And the storm is abroad with the rain on the perilous straits of the sea."

the windy mountain walls

Forth we rode, an eager band,

By the surges and the verges and the gorges,

Till the night was on the land—

On the hazy, mazy land!

Far away the bounding prey

Leapt across the ruts and logs,

But we galloped, galloped, galloped on,

Till we heard the yapping of the dogs—

The yapping and the yelping of the dogs.

Oh, it was a madly merry day

We shall not so soon forget,

And the edges and the ledges and the ridges

Haunt us with their echoes yet—

Echoes, echoes, echoes yet!

While the moon is on the hill

Gleaming through the streaming fogs,

Don't you hear the yapping of the dogs—

pping and the yelping of the dogs?