Canto IV.

Rise, O thou smoky palace, Αρα Ἐτοπιστyes !
heap
Troy's but a ≈sp/ of smouldering boundary stones,
The silver mirrors catch the bright stone sand flare,
Dawn, to our waking, drifts in the green cool light,
The dew-haze blurrs, in the grass, pale ankles moving.
The black cock crows in the sea foam.

" Ityn, et ter flebiliter, Ityn, Ityn, "

And she went toward the ≈sung/ went toward the window,

--- the swallows crying ---

"It is Cabestan's heart in the dish."

"I thought as much."

went
came
toward the window in Polhonac,

And held to the ≈sung/ slim white stone bar
breaking the window arch,

And the wind out of the hills by Rhodez
caught the turn of her sleeve,

Ityn ! Acteon :

The valley is thick with trees, ≈sung/ toward the sunlight
with trees, the sunlight
glitters, glitters atop,
leaves like the fish-scale ≈sung/ roof,

Like the church roof in Poictiers ... if it were gold,
And beneath it, beneath it, not a ray, not a sliver
, not a spare coin of sunlight,
not a spot on the black soft water.

The saffron sandal gleams on the slender foot,
" Tiller of Helicon, Urania's sons " .

ring out the flamy cloak , bright amaracus ,
The boys run crowing the song , O papaver ,
luteum , the cressets gleam , flare on the corner's
saucy ,

cook-stall ,
Light melts in the clash of light ,

cress for the water-gardens ,

Ranti

The pine-wind moves across the palace of Ranti
And opened his collar,

" This much I can share with the people "

" The birds nest in the lemon-tree, so this wind
nexts in the palace, "

So-gioku answered,

" This is wind for the king "

" This wind roars in the earth's bag ,
it lays the water with rushes ".

" This wind is here for the king ,
it shakes the imperial water-jets ".

" Let every cow keeper calf,"

" This wind is held in gauze curtains ".

Pere Henri Jacques, talks with the sennin on the summit of Rok-ku,

Acteon hunted with dogs and can not call their names,
Dumb stag, torn down,

and Vidal dumb

Clenching a stubborn mouth, fled from the dogs
For Loba.

And Frocne, flittering

Cries a crime, like crime in Polhonac.
The Dauphin wars, and Paris for like cause
Like cause De Maensac. " Though the church's men
faught round the Dalgin's walls

with unlike end.

Poor Knight of Alverne, was Pierre de Maensac,
Austors his brother, one castle, with place for one,
Tossing his马的马刀

One viol, maybe, song enough for one,
Set on the toss of a crown-piece, Austor's the castle
Maensac, not the song,
Fledgling, with place for one,
Dumb stag, torn down,

and Loba.

The lord of Tierci,

Cries out and raised the host like Menalaus,
" Longa saison ai estat vas amor "

So sang de Maensac, lackland,

Venus nec iners , the new Phrygian judge ,
Flame hung on the viol strings , nec torpet lingua ,
Suaſit mater ſamoris , ... cytherea thanamo ,
out from the curtained room ,

//://Tierci////of//Tyndarus/////

Lady of Tierci, daughter of Tyndarus,
Auvergnat shakes, ab lo gran guerra que fan,
Auvergant holds despite the church and war ...

" Glitters , glitters a-top ,
" like the church roof in Poictiers ...

"Niceas , Diana's nymph , dips in the silver pool ,"
Vidal, Vidal, stumbling along through the wood ,
Mutters, mutters, " Dogs leap on Actaeon ,
spotted stag in the wood , "