As though some northern hand

Reft from the Latin land

A spoil more costly than the Colchian fleece

To clothe with golden sound

Of old joy newly found

And rapture as of penetrating peace

The naked north-wind's cloudiest clime,

And give its darkness light of the old Sicilian time.

18.

He saw the brand that fired the towers of Troy

Fade, and the darkness at Œnone's prayer

Close upon her that closed upon her boy,

For all the curse of godhead that she bare;

And the Apollonian serpent gleam and toy

With scathless maiden limbs and shuddering hair;

And his love smitten in their dawn of joy

Leave Pan the pine-leaf of her change to wear;

And one in flowery coils

Caught as in fiery toils

Smite Calydon with mourning unaware;

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