Bellerophon
Bellerophon, your name to me
Clashes the cymbals of the sun
And rides the green dusk windily,
Bellerophon!
Not Ganymede, nor Corydon,
Nor any king of Arcady,
Not fire-plumed Hyperion —
Not one of these dins audibly:
The fierce wings of your name outrun
White sea-hoofs thundering on the sea,
Clashes the cymbals of the sun
And rides the green dusk windily,
Bellerophon!
Not Ganymede, nor Corydon,
Nor any king of Arcady,
Not fire-plumed Hyperion —
Not one of these dins audibly:
The fierce wings of your name outrun
White sea-hoofs thundering on the sea,
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