Leda And The Swan

    A sudden blo ing still

    Above taggering girl, highs caressed

    By  in his bill,

    upon .

    errified vague fingers push

    thighs?

    we rush,

    But feel trange  beating w lies?

    A shere

    tower

    And Agamemnon dead.

    Being so caught up,

    So mastered by te blood of the air,

    Did s on h his power

    Before t beak could let her drop?