The. Ay, so slow the hour
Moved to this golden now I thought each moment
Turned back to seek some loss and spent itself
A second time.
Oc. Now all the world's at morn.
How young we are, Theano! O, 'tis true
Life is at tick of dawn when love begins.
The. I'm older then than you, for I 'gan love
The day you won the laurel from proud Carthage.
In the wild race how like a shooting star