Out of the cave they poured, into spring sun
Whose warmth they yet increased, for the falling light
Was less than theirs was, moving as they moved.
No soldier and no shepherd, climbing here,
Would have discovered deity. The brambles
Hid as they ever had this stony hole
Whence seven had been wakened, and where still,
Enormous in dark chains, their parents wept.
Invisible to suns, the seven gathered
Round a white rock and gazed. The sea was there,