Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXII
I'd like to burn all the dross of my human clay,
So that I could take my flight to heaven,
Making myself divine, like Alcmene's son,
Hercules, the gods, all ablaze.
I'd like to burn all the dross of my human clay,
So that I could take my flight to heaven,
Making myself divine, like Alcmene's son,
Hercules, the gods, all ablaze.
Ronsard
