The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming Sea Into A Sky All Brazen-all One Brightening For Gods Immortal And For Mortal Men On Plowlands Kind With Grain.

Once Harm Has Been Done, Even A Fool Understands It.

The Grecian Ladies Counted Their Age From Their Marriage, Not Their Birth.

Now From The Smooth Deep Ocean-stream The Sun Began To Climb The Heavens, And With New Rays Smote The Surrounding Fields.

How Prone To Doubt, How Cautious Are The Wise!