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Chapter XIII

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Wandering in tears about the city I came to the dark temple of
Priapus;
The tall, naked, scented-tressed priestesses taught me the mysteries,
And I lay between Guathina and Leuke and afterwards Chrusea and Anthea;
But now I worship the god on the mountain slopes, yet not unforgetful of
Myrrhine.

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The Little Review, August 1915 (Vol. 2, No. 5)Chapter XIII

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