The
Centaur to Athene
So
undivide my nature,
Merciful
goddess of the grey eyes,
That my moiety of wordless creature
Be humanly
wise
And my hands
full of trust
Though four
horny feet stir the dust.
When
you walked in thin array
And buds
rose pink in the spray-sprigged sheath
Of lawn, and feet that trod the lawn beneath
Moved as
light as day,
I hotly
wished youd brave
The rocks
solitary enclave.
The
thunder shook in my side
Which lightning
flickered, shining like rain.
I should be the storm over fields of grain,
Bridegroom
undenied
Lips wide
to bearded lips,
Haunches
grappled to milk-white hips.
You
came and overcame me,
Most just
and gentle, grey-eyed goddess,
Whose skilled fingers in these harsh curls tame me
Even as
they bless.
Henceforth
men proclaim me
Not for
my lust but learnedness.
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