LXXVI
Ye have heard how Marsyas,
In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a matchless skill,--
When the great god's back was turned;
How his fond imagining 5
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the player came
In serenity and light.
Ye have heard how Marsyas,
In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a matchless skill,--
When the great god's back was turned;
How his fond imagining 5
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the player came
In serenity and light.
Sappho
