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THE WATER OF DIRCE by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS

First Line: IF BUT THE GODS, OF THEIR MERCY
Last Line: "FOR THY YOUTH WAS THE SWEETNESS THEREOF."

"IF BUT the Gods, of their mercy,
Would let me return ere I die,
To drink of the water of Dirce --
On the cool sprinkled margin to lie!

"Yes, I drank of the Marcian waters,
Of Bandusia's song-haunted spring;
But not though Mnemosyne's daughters
The crystal of Helicon bring --

"Not they, not the charm-weaving Circe,
Could make me forget or forego, --
I was used to the water of Dirce,
I long for it, thirst for it so!

"The snows of Cithaeron have chilled it --
I shall cease from this fever and pain,
If but the Gods have so willed it
I taste that wild sweetness again!"

Then answered the Gods, of their mercy,
"We give thee thy thirst and thy love,
But seek not the water of Dirce --
For thy Youth was the sweetness thereof."



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