THE PALACE OF ART.
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XIX.
Europa's scarf blew in an arch, unclasped,
From her bare shoulder backward borne;
From one hand drooped a crocus: one hand grasped
The mild bull's golden horn.
Europa's scarf blew in an arch, unclasped,
From her bare shoulder backward borne;
From one hand drooped a crocus: one hand grasped
The mild bull's golden horn.
XX.
He thro' the streaming crystal swam, and rolled
Ambrosial breaths that seemed to float
In lightwreathed curls. She from the ripple cold
Updrew her sandalled foot.
He thro' the streaming crystal swam, and rolled
Ambrosial breaths that seemed to float
In lightwreathed curls. She from the ripple cold
Updrew her sandalled foot.
XXI.
Or else flushed Ganymede, his rosy thigh
Half-buried in the eagle's down,
Sole, as a flying star, shot thro' the sky
Over the pillared town.
Or else flushed Ganymede, his rosy thigh
Half-buried in the eagle's down,
Sole, as a flying star, shot thro' the sky
Over the pillared town.
XXII.
Not these alone: but many a legend fair,
Which the supreme Caucasian mind
Carved out of nature for itself, was there
Broidered in screen and blind.
Not these alone: but many a legend fair,
Which the supreme Caucasian mind
Carved out of nature for itself, was there
Broidered in screen and blind.
