In the tomb where she rests among garlands and funeral games, panthers guard her, twin lionesses pace a rack of red-dashed ivy, dappled like fawns, an aulos in a boy's fixed fingers plays melodies only the dead can hear.
Red and brown and gold and black all together, purr.
Fortunate, indeed!
among garlands and funeral games,
panthers guard her, twin lionesses pace
a rack of red-dashed ivy, dappled like fawns,
an aulos in a boy's fixed fingers plays
melodies only the dead can hear.
Red and brown and gold and black all together, purr.