Proserpine and Midas. E-book. Formato Mobipocket - 9788826042060

Proserpine and Midas. E-book. Formato Mobipocket. The Hours have oped the palace of the dawn<br />And through the Eastern gates of Heaven, Aurora<br />Comes charioted on light, her wind-swift steeds,<br />Winged with roseate clouds, strain up the steep.<br />She loosely holds the reins, her golden hair,<br />Its strings outspread by the sweet morning breeze[,]<br />Blinds the pale stars. Our rural tasks begin;<br />The young lambs bleat pent up within the fold,<br />The herds low in their stalls, &amp; the blithe cock<br />Halloos most loudly to his distant mates.<br />But who are these we see? these are not men,<br />Divine of form &amp; sple[n]didly arrayed,<br />They sit in solemn conclave. Is that Pan,<br />Our Country God, surrounded by his Fauns?<br />And who is he whose crown of gold &amp; harp<br />Are attributes of high Apollo?