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THE TOMB OF SOPHOCLES, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: A bounding satyr, golden in the beard
Last Line: Nor sees the sun wheel round in the white dome.
Subject(s): Graves; Sophocles (496-406 B.c.); Tombs; Tombstones


A BOUNDING satyr, golden in the beard,
That leaps with goat-feet high into the air,
And crushes from the thyme an odour rare,
Keeps watch around the marble tomb revered
Of Sophocles, the poet loved and feared,
Whose sovereign voice once called out of her lair
The Dorian muse severe, with braided hair,
Who loved the thyrsus and wild dances weird.
Here all day long the pious bees can pour
Libations of their honey; round this tomb
The Dionysiac ivy loves to roam:
The satyr laughs; but He awakes no more,
Wrapped up in silence at the grave's cold core,
Nor sees the sun wheel round in the white dome.





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