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Suffused
with the golden glow of imagination
a scene of
stillness
solitariness
divine mind
steeped and transfigured
by the dream-like vision
of the fairest natural landscape
villages slumber
on calm water
lapped in a green hollow
Diana
lingers by the lonely shore
and haunts these woodlands wild
under precipitous cliffs
a small crater-like hallow
of the mountain side
where Nemi is perched
stands a scared grove
a sanctuary
a grim figure prowls
far into the night
sword drawn
priest
and murderer.
Some word play following from page 1 of sir James George Frazer’s The Golden Bough.


