A sudden blow: the great wings beating still | a | ||||
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed | b | ||||
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, | a | ||||
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. | b | ||||
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How can those terrified vague fingers push | c | |||
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs? | d | ||||
And how can body, laid in that white rush, | c | ||||
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies? | d | ||||
A shudder in the loins engenders there | e | ||||
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The broken wall, the burning roof and tower | f | |||
And Agamemnon dead. Being so caught up, | g | ||||
So mastered by the brute blood of the air, | e | ||||
Did she put on his knowledge with his power | f | ||||
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop? | g | ||||
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