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 More on poetry from The Atlantic Monthly. More poems by Edith Wharton: Ogrin the Hermit (1909) Mould and Vase (1901) Wants (1880) Patience (1880) A Failure (1880) Areopagus (1880) The Parting Day (1880) |
EURYALUS.
Upward we went by fields of asphodel,by Edith Wharton ..... Leaving Ortygia's moat-bound walls below; By orchards, where the wind-flowers' drifted snow Lay lightly heaped upon the turf's light swell; By gardens, whence upon the wayside fell Jasmine and rose in April's overflow; Till, winding up Epipolsi's wide brow, We reached at last the lonely citadel. There, on the ruined rampart climbing high, We sat and dreamed among the browsing sheep, Until we heard the trumpet's startled cry Waking a clang of arms about the keep, And seaward saw, with rapt foreboding eye, The sails of Athens whiten on the deep.
Copyright © 2001 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; December 1889; Euryalus; Volume 64, No. 386; page 761. |
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