I mid the hills was born,
Where the skilled bowmen
Send with unerring shaft
Death to the foemen.
But I love to steer my bark,—
To fear a stranger,—
Over the Maelstrom’s edge,
Daring the danger;
And where the mariner...
Mary Elizabeth (Hewitt) Stebbins
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Hymettus’ bees are out on filmy wing,
Dim Phosphor slowly fades adown the west,
And Earth awakes. Shine on me, O my king!
For I with dew am laden and oppressed.Long through the misty hours of morning gray
The flowers have watched to hail thee from...