Genur.art

That word Found way unto Olympus and made quake The rebel three Thea was startled up And in her bearing was a sort of hope As thus she quick-voic'd spake yet full of awe This cheers our fallen house come to our friends O Saturn come away and give them heart I know the covert from thence came I hither Thus brief then with beseeching eyes she went With backward footing through the shade a space He follow'd and she turn'd to lead the way Through aged boughs that yielded like the mist Which eagles cleave upmounting from their nest, by M.C.Escher