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or open hall of a palace.

Their hair is bound as the marble hair of the Temple

Hera.

Each wears a crowned ordered of gold.

They sing.

The music is temple music, deep, simple, chanting music.

Flowers, winter rose or rose, one keeper

above encompassing all those.

For him, for all within the palace walls,

beyond the trees, beyond the pile of diamond and gold,

beyond the night and music echoing through the porch

till day.

The music, with its deep chanting note, **** away.

The curtain hangs motions in rich, free form.

Then from this background of darkness, dignity,

and solemn repose, a flute gradually

detaches itself, becomes clearer and clearer,

pipes alone on shrill strings.