SITALKAS
Thou art come at lengthMore beautifulThan any cool godIn a chamber underLycia’s far coast,Than any high godWho touches us notHere in the seeded grass.Aye, than ArgestesScattering the broken leaves.H. D.
Thou art come at lengthMore beautifulThan any cool godIn a chamber underLycia’s far coast,Than any high godWho touches us notHere in the seeded grass.Aye, than ArgestesScattering the broken leaves.H. D.
Thou art come at lengthMore beautifulThan any cool godIn a chamber underLycia’s far coast,Than any high godWho touches us notHere in the seeded grass.Aye, than ArgestesScattering the broken leaves.
Thou art come at length
More beautiful
Than any cool god
In a chamber under
Lycia’s far coast,
Than any high god
Who touches us not
Here in the seeded grass.
Aye, than Argestes
Scattering the broken leaves.
H. D.
H. D.