| Solsticial
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| The lake is as a mirror
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| For the moon
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| That shimmers high above
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| The sacrificial
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| Lamb becoming clearer
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| Soon shall be
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| Just a shave that craved her love
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| Arician oaks cloak the sacred grove
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| Wherein her priest
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| Awaits to greet
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| His successor to this ancient throne
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| The King Of The Woods
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| Stands staunchest guard
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| O’er the golden bough
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| In the eldritch haunts of Nemi where
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| I rake the fecund dells to take his crown
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| Midsummer night grows pensive
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| On the murder to befall
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| The incumbent fright defensive
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| Against my intense intent to rule
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| Divine right by the bravest slave
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| To perpetuate the flame
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| To ascend to watch blest vestals bathe
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| Where their temple bares Diana’s name
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| The King Of The Woods
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| Rex Nemorensis
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| Cleaves the gilded tree
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| And accepts the sentence of the God
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| To rest his kindred spirit free
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| The Queen Of The Stars
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| Alights to earth
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| And from the silvered water’s edge
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| She means to take me in her arms
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| But favours fulsome forest beds instead
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| Communion with heaven
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| The Goddess of the wild countryside
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| An Egeria and Virbius
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| We pleasure endeavour
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| Together we ride
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| I show my face, the lustrous one
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| And by my grace, all men undone
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| Fall neath my spell to fell delights
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| This one I chose, I froze on sight
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| Come sow me, mould me thy seed
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| So I might grow to Spring’s relief
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| Fulfill the circle’s ritual needs
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| Untold delights, twelve months to be
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| Torches draw me from this reverie
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| Where maids debauch me reverently
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| And when night dissolves, I self-absolve
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| Mounting my days with fate’s resolve
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| Now
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| Deep in the coals of my soul
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| A hot tongue flickers
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| A reign for her flame to unfold
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| Before the hunt quickens Death’s bow |