ariadne.
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Thy name be but a thing that, crouching, stole,
Like a poor thief, all noiseless from my soul!
Like a poor thief, all noiseless from my soul!
"Though thou hast dared to steal the sacred flame
From out that soul's high heaven, she sets thee free,
Or only chains thee with thy sounding shame;
Her memory is no Caucasus for thee,
And e'en her hovering hate would o'er thee fling
Too much of glory from its shadowy wing!
From out that soul's high heaven, she sets thee free,
Or only chains thee with thy sounding shame;
Her memory is no Caucasus for thee,
And e'en her hovering hate would o'er thee fling
Too much of glory from its shadowy wing!
"Thou think'st to leave my life a lonely night.
Ha! it is night all glorious with its stars!
Hopes yet unclouded beaming forth their light,
And free thoughts rolling in their silver cars!
And queenly pride, serene, and cold, and high;
Moves the Diana of its calm, clear sky!
Ha! it is night all glorious with its stars!
Hopes yet unclouded beaming forth their light,
And free thoughts rolling in their silver cars!
And queenly pride, serene, and cold, and high;
Moves the Diana of its calm, clear sky!
"If poor and humbled thou believest me,
Mole of a demigod, how blind art thou!
For I am rich in scorn to pour on thee,
And gods shall bend from high Olympus' brow
To gaze in wonder on my lofty pride,
Naxos be hallowed, I be deified!"
*****
On the tall cliff where, cold and pale,
Thou watchest his receding sail,
Mole of a demigod, how blind art thou!
For I am rich in scorn to pour on thee,
And gods shall bend from high Olympus' brow
To gaze in wonder on my lofty pride,
Naxos be hallowed, I be deified!"
*****
On the tall cliff where, cold and pale,
Thou watchest his receding sail,
