Margaret L. Woods


Genius Loci

PEACE, Shepherd, peace! What boots it singing on?
   Since long ago grace-giving Phoebus died,
   And all the train that loved the stream-bright side
Of the poetic mount with him are gone
Beyond the shores of Styx and Acheron,
   In unexplored realms of night to hide.
   The clouds that strew their shadows far and wide
Are all of Heaven that visits Helicon.
Yet here, where never muse or god did haunt,

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