Hither, at set of autumn sun, Each golden child of Hesper flies From gardens of old deities, Where Zeus the maiden Hera won. Their footsteps kindled stone by stone The time-worn barrow, where it stands, Above wide, valley border-lands, Austere and imminent and alone.…
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