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Æons and æons passed and gone,
Unheeded by no mortal one,
And hear a cry from burning lips:
“Come with us to our painted ships,
Come with us who have loved thee ever;”
Thou shalt abide inurned forever......’
O brother — I, who loved the sun,
They left me to oblivion!”

“Not that!” I sadly interposed,
“Say rather thy fleet house was closed,
The lights were veiled, the vestments hid,
And dusk fell on thy pyramid;
But life, unleashed with misery,
Ceased not in turmoil over thee,
Prophets were stoned while evil fed,
Mute pestilence inherited,
The wise made ensign to the knave,
Beauty a jest, with truth a slave,
And if, among the multitude
One arose fearlessly and good,
They swept him recreant from their sight,
As thou, beloved Hermaphrodite!”

He said: “Upon me, stilled of moan,
Lay the first silence I had known
Since long ago in Anthemus
The goddess whispered: ‘Born to us

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