BETA

PALLAS AND THE CENTAUR

AFTER A PICTURE BY BOTTICELLI

Centaur, sweet Centaur, let me ride on you ! ’1
Her face set forward t’ward delightful hours,2
On feet uncertain as spring’s dancing showers,3
This Pallas like pale April finds things new ;4
Yet, conscious-half of much forgotten too,5
Asks sparkling questions–tentative of powers6
Visits her doings as bees visit flowers.–7
Centaur, sweet Centaur, scatter far the dew !8
Round the grey sea, beyond the haunted rocks,9
Crunching clean pebbles call on Magdalen10
And Egypt’s Mary clothed in woolly locks ;11
Clamber on clouds to Mary-Mother then,12
Who, virgin still, there in a palace dwells,13
Its roof one silver mass of mellow bells ! ’14
A woman (Pallas) stands beside a centaur. A large cloth drapes over her right shoulder and waist. She is covered in leaves and her feet are bare. Pallas holds the centaur’s hair in her right hand; she holds a large and decorated sagaris axe in her left hand. The centaur holds a bow and has a quiver of arrows slung across his body. Full-page illustration contained within a single-ruled rectangular border.