The moving light, rejoicing in its strength,
Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way,
In golden glory, like some strange new sun...

Auteur: Aeschylus

The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, <br />Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, <br />In golden glory, like some strange new sun... - Aeschylus

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