The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking,
When Ariadne in her bower was waking;
Her eyelids still were closing, and she heard
But indistinctly yet a little bird,
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Ariadne, goddess of passion, this very impressive poem, very skilfully worded, and such a great pleasure to read it 5 Stars full
Beautiful poetic expression embellished with compelling images and great rhyme. Wonderfully crafted.
I like the rhythmic splendour of the verse. A beautiful creation.
You have a talent!