Tales from Hooters - Rage, Silver and Gold

All that I know Of a certain star Is, it can throw °4 (Like the angled spar°) Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue; Till my friends have said They would fain see, too, My star that dartles the red and the blue! 10Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:[page 41] °11They must solace themselves with the Saturn° above it. What matter to me if their star is a world? Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle homeward thro' the twilight, stray or stop[page 44] As they crop— Was the site once of a city great and gay, (So they say) Of our country's very capital, its prince 10 Ages since Held his court in, gathered councils, wielding far Peace or war.

Now,—the country does not even boast a tree, As you see, To distinguish slopes of verdure, certain rills From the hills Intersect and give a name to (else they run Into one), Where the domed and daring palace shot its spires 20 Up like fires O'er the hundred-gated circuit of a wall Bounding all, Made of marble, men might march on nor be pressed, Twelve abreast. Now,—the country does not even boast a tree, As you see, To distinguish slopes of verdure, certain rills From the hills Intersect and give a name to (else they run Into one), Where the domed and daring palace shot its spires 20 Up like fires O'er the hundred-gated circuit of a wall Bounding all, Made of marble, men might march on nor be pressed, Twelve abreast.