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He chose the topmost, sky-reaching branch
Of a mountain fir tree, and he bent it;
He brought it down, down,
Down to the dark earth;
All bent in a half circle like a bow,
Or more like half the curved rim of a wheel,
-And we were looking at his hand. No mortal's.
Then, setting Pentheus astride on that branch,
He let go gradually, gently, through his hands,
Taking care it would not shake him off.
And the fir tree, straight as a tree,
Soared up,
Up, in the upsoaring skies!
Of a mountain fir tree, and he bent it;
He brought it down, down,
Down to the dark earth;
All bent in a half circle like a bow,
Or more like half the curved rim of a wheel,
-And we were looking at his hand. No mortal's.
Then, setting Pentheus astride on that branch,
He let go gradually, gently, through his hands,
Taking care it would not shake him off.
And the fir tree, straight as a tree,
Soared up,
Up, in the upsoaring skies!
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