Canto I.]
Orion.
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To crystal-bosomed, wintry Artemis,—
Pale huntress, exiled from our sunny woods,
Had my will power—" "But all her nymphs detained,
And, like our vines, deep rifled through their leaves
Of golden fruit"—Harpax rejoined: "Or placed,"
Encolyon slowly muttered to himself,
"On pedestals, until they changed to stone,"———
"As votive statues to the Goddess famed
For cruel purity and marble heart—"
Autarces shouted, looking up on high.
Pale huntress, exiled from our sunny woods,
Had my will power—" "But all her nymphs detained,
And, like our vines, deep rifled through their leaves
Of golden fruit"—Harpax rejoined: "Or placed,"
Encolyon slowly muttered to himself,
"On pedestals, until they changed to stone,"———
"As votive statues to the Goddess famed
For cruel purity and marble heart—"
Autarces shouted, looking up on high.
All this heard Artemis, who o'er the caves
Rolled her faint orb before the coming dawn,
In lonely sadness; and with an inward cry
Of jealous anguish and of vengeful ire,
Like an electric spark that knows not space,
Shot from her throne into the eastern heaven.
Rolled her faint orb before the coming dawn,
In lonely sadness; and with an inward cry
Of jealous anguish and of vengeful ire,
Like an electric spark that knows not space,
Shot from her throne into the eastern heaven.
