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XX

I behold Arcturus going westward

Down the crowded slope of night-dark azure,

While the Scorpion with red Antares

Trails along the sea-line to the southward.

From the ilex grove there comes soft laughter—5

My companions at their glad love-making—

While that curly-headed boy from Naxos

With his jade flute marks the purple quiet.