Black in the blue night, vogue Argo, double-timed.
The lords, from dusk evocative of home
Are sadly lain, asleep. Jason upright
Lone patrols, pursues a vane, intrepid dream.
The Lyre of fired (flashing) pegs, and fulgent is the gloom;
An infinite silence trembles! ...And Eson's son
'Pon 'rizons saturate' amasses pride, and flares
Aloft the Colchis' rose;
But! While he lushes ruminant by prow,
Below Medea, fiery of a carnal lawn
Feels flesh resolved in Asia's tepid wind ...
And now, 'der black eye of the quivering Dragon,
Destiny, preparative of antique frenesies,
Mixes with the golden fleece a sombre smell of blood.
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