ORPHEUS
O rolled on the river
By might of the moon,
Ye tremble and quiver,
Ye shudder and swoon!
The cities ye shiver:
The ships know your tune.
Come forth! I invoke thee, O eagre! dread rival of
shoal and typhoon !
THE EAGRE
Flings my single billow spuming
Into midmost air the world,
As the echo of my booming
To the furthest star is hurled.
Now I hear the lunar clashing
That evokes me from the tide,
Now I rise, my fury lashing,
Rolling where the banks divide—
I obey thee, I am with thee, Lord of Lightning, lotus-eyed!
ORPHEUS
In sacred grove,
In silent wood,
In calm alcove,
In mirrored mood,
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