The witch of Atlas (Fragment)

51.

On which that lady played her many pranks,
Circling the image of a shooting star,
Even as a tiger on Hydaspes’ banks
Outspeeds the antelopes which speediest are,
In her light boat; and many quips and cranks
She played upon the water, till the car
Of the late moon, like a sick matron wan,
To journey from the misty east began.

 

[Percy Bysshe Shelley]

 

 

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