By day, while the sun-god drove his chariot in the high heavens and turned the blue-green ∆gean Sea into the semblance of a blazing shield of brass, Idas and Marpessa sat together in the treesí soft shades, or walked in shadowy valleys where viole... Read more of Idas And Marpessa at Urban Myths.caInformational Site Network Informational

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Davy, her knight, her dear, was dead:
Low in dust was the silken head.
"Isn't there heaven,"
(She was but seven)
"Isn't there" (sobbing) "for dogs?" she said.

"Man is immortal, sage or fool:
Animals end, by different rule."
So had they prated
Of things created,
An hour before, in her Sunday-school.

Trusty and glad and true, who could
Match her hero of hardihood,
Rancorless, selfless,
Prideless, pelfless?--
How I should like to be half so good!

Firebrand eye and icicle nose;
Ear inwrought like a guelder-rose;
All the sweet wavy
Beauty of Davy;--
Sad, not to answer whither it goes!

"Isn't there heaven for dogs that's dead?
God made Davy, out of His head:
If He unmake him,
Doesn't He take him?
Why should He throw him away?" she said.

The birds were busy, the brook was gay,
But the little hand was in mine all day.
Nothing could bury
That infinite query:
"Davy,--would God throw him away?"

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