It’s got mythology, ergo it’s art

O Queen of the nation

Mighty beyond all earthly kingdoms,

Honored, dreaded, beloved Lady;

Regard kindly one

For whom also the earth gaped

And rushing black horses rapt away

Who swallowed, as they were put to her lips

Sweet pomegranate seeds

Given each with a kiss.

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