Closer clustering there they make sweet noise together,
Where the fearful gods look gentler than our fear,
And the grove thronged through with birds of holiest feather
Grows nor pale nor dumb with sense of dark things near.
There her father, called upon with signs of wonder,
Passed with tenderest words away by ways unknown,
Not by sea-storm stricken down, nor touched of thunder,
To the dark benign deep underworld, alone.
Third of three that ruled in Athens, kings with sceptral song for
staff, [_Ep. 3._
Gladdest heart that God gave ever milk and wine of thought to
quaff,
Clearest eye that lightened ever to the broad lip's lordliest
laugh,
Praise be thine as theirs whose tragic brows the loftier leaf
engirds
For the live and lyric lightning of thy honey-hearted words,
Soft like sunny dewy wings of clouds and bright as crying of birds;
Full of all sweet rays and notes that make of earth and air and sea
One great light and sound of laughter from one great God's heart,
to be
Sign and semblance of the gladness of man's life where men breathe
free.
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