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I behold Arcturus going westward
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Down the crowded slope of night-dark azure,
While the Scorpion with red Antares
Trails along the sea-line to the southward.

From the ilex grove there comes soft laughter,—
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My companions at their glad love-making,—
While that curly-headed boy from Naxos
With his jade flute marks the purple quiet.







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