The Ram

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From Songs of Zodiac

Red of eye and a cold sneer of horn
Hot trembling loins for ewe
Hard cloven hooves for the charge

From such passion the lamb is born
Like from the fusing sun the olive grows
or from fern we forge

No jackal harms the rushing seed
No eagle dares that wrath
No shepherd ever shaped such a staff

To produce a gleeful piping reed
or brave the Nymph's private bath
or cross the Styx with just a raft.

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