And the first rapt vision of Good,。，Trust not Earth, and have her scorn.
。，Strained arms: he was shade of her shade.
Wheat and vine as a trailing nest.。，To lift us with him as he goes:
Reddened through his feathers for our dear fold.。，White sails lean along the waves leaping green.
I。，White sails lean along the waves leaping green.
* * *。，Like the teeth of the famished at meat.
Mindful were the ploughmen of who the steer had yoked,。，When by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked,
* * *。，Lo, the herb of healing, when once the herb is known,
Thinking of the harvest: I look and think of mine.。，In stately order, evolved of sound into sight,
Lucid in the moon, raise lilies to the skyfields,。，In his frenzy the singer would call,
And the lyre of the light above,。，Yellow with cinquefoil of the dew-grey leaf:
Prim little scholars are the flowers of her garden,。，
Horror melted in anguish to hear.。，Sweep glittering on a still content,
In patience, past flowing of tides.。，The height was a fountain-urn
She gazed at the Void of shape,。，In the day-destined car to have place
Reddened through his feathers for our dear fold.。，You that build the shade-roof, and you that court the rays,
，Defaced, and grinding wheels on flint,。，And the lord of the steeds was in form