"Let me be young," the Latmian shepherd prayed, "And let me have on night-time hills long sleep;" Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven`s crowne`d maid, And gave his youth and dreams her love to keep. What news comrade upon the mountain top From the courts of the sun? What news from the skies When great Orion strides the open night, Heaven`s Hunter" hath he told you of Heaven`s Forests and the quarry of the Gods? They do Not speare their pray I warrant you. Skillful nd merciless. . Saw you young Cynthia threading her Silver way among the stars and when she yearned o`er him, The sleeping shepherd on the hills, caught you Her breath of love? The winds have passed You in the night, what have they told you of the Illimitable? — Hath your soul followed thence and gone beyond the [two undeciphered words] of their journey envisaged the Ultimate — Now doth blue kirtled night relume the stars Bidding them light my dear love on his way, And for his coming takes all tender cares That he shall find the night more sweet than day.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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