Go and get the doctor! Hurry, boy!”
But Bruce was on the low road, and the only
Ears that heard were scattered up the sky.
Artemis, on top of Silver Mountain,
Heard; and woke Athene; and the others,
Knowing it was time, went with them both
Like falling stars—all of them, like stars,
To drop and stand in darkness by the door
While Bruce’s mother, moaning, called and called:
“Where are you, boy? Hurry! Get the doctor!”