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PHAEDRA REBUKES HIPPOLYTA
Swift and a broken rockclatters across the steep shelfof the mountain-slope,
sudden and swift,and breaks as it clatters downinto the hollow breachof the dried water-course;far and away(through fire, I see it,and smoke of the dead, withered stalksof the wild cistus-brush)Hippolyta, frail and wild,galloping up the slopebetween great bouldersand shelves and circles of rock.
I see it, sharp, this vision,and each fleck on the horse's flanksof foam, the bridle and bit,the silver—the reins,held fast with perfect art,the sun, striking athwartthe silver work,the neck, strained forward, ears alert,and the head of the girlflung back and her throat.
Ah, burn my fire, I askout of the smoke-ringed darknessenclosing the flaming diskof my vision—I ask for a voice—an answerwas she chaste?

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