Sweet Echo shall yield thee not hearing: What have we to do with thee? Go. THALASSIUS Ay! Such wrath on thy nostril quivers As once in Sicilian heat Bade herdsmen quail, and the rivers Shrank, leaving a path for thy feet Dry? [Pg 217] Nay, Low down in the hot soft hollow Too snakelike hisses thy spleen: "O sea-stray, seed of Apollo!" What ill hast thou heard or seen? Say. Man Knows well, if he hears beside him The snarl of thy wrath at noon,
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