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The tribe prophetic with the eyes of fire / Went forth last night; their little ones at rest / Each on his mother's back, with his desire / Set on the ready treasure of her breast.
Laden with shining arms the men-folk tread / By the long wagons where their goods lie hidden; / They watch the heaven with eyes grown wearied / Of hopeless dreams that come to them unbidden.
The grasshopper, from out his sandy screen, / Watching them pass redoubles his shrill song; / Dian, who loves them, makes the grass more green,
And makes the rock run water for this throng / Of ever-wandering ones whose calm eyes see / Familiar realms of darkness yet to be.