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THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 
CHORUS 
 
Free ! ye are free !  Delight, thou Moon, to hear 
us ! 
Smile, Artemis, thy virgin leaves thy fold ! 
Star of the morning, fling thy blossom near us ! 
Phoibos, re-kindle us with molten gold ! 
Starbeams and woven tresses of the ocean, 
Flowers of the rolling mountains and the 
lea, 
Trees, and innumerable flocks and herds, 
Wild cattle and bright birds, 
Tremble above the sea 
With song more noble, the divinest potion 
Of poet’s wonder and bard’s melody ! 
 
 
ARCHAIS 
 
Cold is the kiss of the stars to the sea, 
The kiss of the earth to the orient grey 
That heralds the day ; 
Warmer the kiss of a love that is free 
As the wind of the sea, 
Quick and resurgent and splendid.