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The Delphic Oracle upon Plotinus
| Behold that great Plotinus swim, | | Buffeted by such seas; | | Bland Rhadamanthus beckons him, | | But the
Golden Race looks dim, | | Salt blood blocks his eyes. | | | | | | Scattered on the level grass | | Or winding through the
grove | | Plato there and Minos pass, | | There stately Pythagoras | | And all the choir of Love. | | August 19, 1931 |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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