Or if some monstrous progeny of Tellus
Found thou wast Power and made the high gods jealous
I do not know (I've lost my Lemprière),
Nor if the fate that thereupon befell us
Was for each load of coal two loads of care;
Yet oft I wonder if beyond the Styx
The price of thee is three pounds ten and six.
Sun worshipper am I, and serve the gods
Of stream and meadow and the flowery lea,
Of winding woodways where the loosestrife nods