the grey eyes following

in the mid-most desert—

great shaft of rose,

fire shed across our path,

upon the face grown grey, a light,

Hellas re-born from death.

HELIOS

Helios makes all things right:—

night brands and chokes

as if destruction broke

over furze and stone and crop

of myrtle-shoot and field-wort,

destroyed with flakes of iron,

the bracken-stems,

where tender roots were sown,

blight, chaff and waste

of darkness to choke and drown.

A curious god to find,

yet in the end faithful;

bitter, the Kyprian's feet—

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