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SHE REBUKES HIPPOLYTA

Was she so chaste?

Swift and a broken rock

clatters across the steep shelf

of the mountain slope,

sudden and swift

and breaks as it clatters down

into the hollow breach

of the dried water-course:

far and away

(through fire I see it,

and smoke of the dead, withered stalks

of the wild cistus-brush)

Hippolyta, frail and wild,

galloping up the slope

between great boulder and rock

and group and cluster of rock.

Was she so chaste,

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