I followed the ripple
Of the stream; I crept
Where the waters wept—
The floss in the foss
Gurgling across
‘The bosses of moss,
Like a dryad’s nipple
In the mouth of Pant
Crassus.
O pearl of the house! you came to the end?
Atrcra.
The dusk of the slave, the dawn of a friend?
Crassus.
Freedom is thine for the skill and the will.
Auicia.
The skil! is mine—but the will lies still,
Still as the earth that dare not stir
Till the kiss of the sun awaken her!
Crassus.
Yet at these secrets and riddles? Behold!
I can fill thy lap with a harvest of gold.
Aurea.
Yet all the gold you could give to me
Would fall at my feet when I rose to be free.
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