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Dawn, pallid and cold, / Parnassos, grave in the mist / Like the shrouded form of a priest; / No light in the East, / Save thin stars, worn and old.
Under the "Shining Ones" / The temple-steps, in white, / Chromatic, gleaming, light, / Mount to the stadion's / Oval of crumbling stones.
Dawn, stealthy and still, / Frostily fills the fields, / Dew sprinkles the maize; / Where ranging cattle graze, / His pipe a shepherd plays.
Sun, striking the snow / On far off mountain height, -- / Day, solemn and slow, / Rises from Long Ago / Clothed in pure samite.
A scarlet rug in a field; / A man and a woman asleep -- / Around them, dogs and sheep, / Where the maize is quivering gold, / As the broad day is unrolled.
The man and the woman asleep -- / Alone in the Delphian field! / And the world, once more revealed / Young, and all time is healed / The Oracle unsealed!