And Phoebus stooped under the craggy roof

Arched over the dark cavern:—Maia's child

Perceived that he came angry, far aloof,

About the cows of which he had been beguiled;

And over him the fine and fragrant woof

Of his ambrosial swaddling-clothes he piled—

As among fire-brands lies a burning spark

Covered, beneath the ashes cold and dark.

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