Swear by what the Sages spoke Round
the Mareotic Lake That
the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke
and set the cocks a-crow. Swear
by those horsemen, by those women Complexion
and form prove superhuman, That
pale, long-visaged company That
air an immortality Completeness
of their passions won; Now
they ride the wintry dawn Where
Ben Bulben sets the scene. Here’s the gist of what they mean. |
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