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Artemis then, that huntress pale, Flung her black dogs upon the trail: So with one glance aroundThe hunted lightning ran and went to ground.
Safer perhaps within that cell to stay Which qualified its ray And gave it place and period, Than be at liberty where God Has put no firmamentOf glass to prove dark and light different.
But Artemis leaps down. At her thin back Wheel the shades in a pack. At once that old habit of fire Jumps out, not stopping to inquire Whether it follows or flies,Content to use the night for exercise.
And I, when at the sporting queen's halloo The light obedient flew Blazing its trail across the wild— Resigned now but not reconciled, That ancient Sphinx I sawPut moon and shades like mice beneath its paw.
