Violence upon the roads: violence of horses; Some
few have handsome riders, are garlanded On
delicate sensitive ear or tossing mane, But
wearied running round and round in their courses All
break and vanish, and evil gathers head: Herodias'
daughters have returned again, A
sudden blast of dusty wind and after Thunder
of feet, tumult of images, Their
purpose in the labyrinth of the wind; And
should some crazy hand dare touch a daughter All
turn with amorous cries, or angry cries, According
to the wind, for all are blind. But
now wind drops, dust settles; thereupon There
lurches past, his great eyes without thought Under
the shadow of stupid straw-pale locks, That
insolent fiend Robert Artisson To
whom the love-lorn Lady Kyteler brought Bronzed peacock feathers, red combs of her cocks. |
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