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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thomas Trevelyan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Reading in Ovid the sorrowful story of Itys,<br>Son of the love of Tereus and Procne, slain<br>For the guilty passion of Tereus for Philomela,<br>The flesh of him served to Tereus by Procne,<br>And the wrath of Tereus, the murderess pursuing<br>Till the gods made Philomela a nightingale,<br>Lute of the rising moon, and Procne a swallow!<br>Oh livers and artists of Hellas centuries gone,<br>Sealing in little thuribles dreams and wisdom,<br>Incense beyond all price, forever fragrant,<br>A breath whereof makes clear the eyes of the soul!<br>How I inhaled its sweetness here in Spoon River!<br>The thurible opening when I had lived and learned<br>How all of us kill the children of love, and all of us,<br>Knowing not what we do, devour their flesh;<br>And all of us change to singers, although it be<br>But once in our lives, or change -- alas! -- to swallows,<br>To twitter amid cold winds and falling leaves!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</a></strong></div>