Quote#Nature
Fourteen small broidered berries on the hern
Quote byEugene Lee-Hamilton · 1845–1907
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: From What the Sonnet Is..
English (original)
Fourteen small broidered berries on the hern Of Circe's mantle, each of magic gold; Fourteen of lone Calypso's tears that rolled Into the sea, for pearls to come to them; Fourteen clear signs of omen in the gem With which Medea human fate foretold Fourteen small drops, which Fautus, growing old, Craved of the Fiend, to water Life's stem
— Eugene Lee-Hamilton
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