There by the castle side I see her place, the Tomb of the Lightning's Bride, The wreck of smouldering chambers, and the great Faint wreaths of fire undying—as the hate Dies not, that Hera held for Semelê.
mtjjelena2006has quoted5 hours ago
, changed in shape from God to man, I walk again by Dirce's streams and scan Ismenus' shore.