ready the Moon us, and us first The Athenians; the watchers of rock faces Ancient keepers, we are horders of tides. Us, and us Standing before her, ageless; pain in the blades; neck-ache Knowing that she was angry, that she had suffered she benefits, in words, an evening to say, “Boy, buy a torch, for the moonlight.”
And she says you, you do not observe the days, but confuse them up and down; that she says they defrauded, dinner and home, met with the days you are inflicting.
And, while gods fast, mourn for Memnon or Sarpedon. Hyperbolus, the lot to be deprived, make no room for the casket. There has never been a death, for he will better spend his days of his life to the Moon.