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The Cranes Of IbycusWear a smile, in memory but close your eyes and there I'll beThe heaviest burden was yet to face a sacred grove that bore my disgrace I brandish the Lyre before the sword, no god nor defender my pleading heard Bestowed, with gift of song. My companions flight, a glad omen The cranes above me Alas, in foreign lands I die by outlawed hand unlamented I opened my heart this is what came out, be borne to heaven my murder-cry Deep wounded down he sinks at last He spoke and died too with the word Acrocorinth, on mountain high, that burns upon the wanderer's eye. As he begins, with pious dread. Poseidon's grove of firs to tread. Naught moves, save a swarm of crane, who guide him on his way |