EAST OF EDEN

AR down upon the plain the large round
moon
Sank red in jungle mist; but on the
heights
The coid clear darkness burned with restless
stars :
And, restless as the stars, the grim old King
Paced with fierce choleric strides the mon-
strous ridge
Of boulders piled to make the city wall.
Muttering his wrath within his cloudy beard,
He moved, and paused, and turned. The
starlight caught
The huge bent gold that ringed his giant
head,

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