  There is a truce among the gods, KorÈ is seen in the North Skirting the blue-gray sea In gilded and russet mantle. The corn has again its mother and she, LeuconoË, That failed never women, Fails not the earth now. The tricksome Hermes is here; He moves behind me Eager to catch my words, Eager to spread them with rumour; To set upon them his change Crafty and subtle; To alter them to his purpose; But do thou speak true, even to the letter: “Once more in Delos, once more is the altar a-quiver. Once more is the chant heard. Once more are the never abandoned gardens Full of gossip and old tales.” |
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