On any prying mortal that would pass.
For only folk with hooves,
The Centaurs’ company,
Had leave to sojourn here—
The Titans’ empery.
The mountains lost their foreheads in the clouds;
The saffron-wingèd manticor of day,
As constellations glimmered from their shrouds,
Had taken sudden fear and flown away.
On fallen blossoms stretched