Dactyl
In Greek mythology, the Dactyls were a strange race of creatures associated with the goddess Cybele as well as the Curetes, Cabiri and Korybantes[?]. They were believed to live on Mount Ida[?] in Phrygia and invented the art of working metals into usable shapes with fire. They also discovered iron. The word "dactyl" meant "finger" and refers either to their metallurgical skills or their diminutive stature.
A dactyl is also an element of meter in poetry. In quantitative verse, such as Greek or Latin, a dactyl is a long syllable followed by two short syllables. In accentual verse, such as English, it is a stressed syllable followed by two unstressed.
Dactyl is a small asteroid orbiting the larger asteroid 243 Ida as a natural satellite. It was discovered by the Galileo probe. See Dactyl (asteroid).
Our life's a cheat, our death a black abyss:
Rapid and shrill to its abrupt harsh close;
For words must shrink from these most wordless woes;
With humid eyes and thoughtful drooping head:--
My Brother, my poor Brothers, it is thus;
But ends soon and nevermore can be;
And shall know nothing when consigned to earth:
How the stars throb and glitter as they wheel
Around the blue vault obdurate as steel!
The mighty marching and the golden burning,
Are glorified from vision as they pass
Cold windows kindle their dead glooms of glass
Emerge from chaos in the splendour solemn;
These eyes of sightless heaven, that as we gaze
Or cold majestic scorn in their pure rays:
There is no heart or mind in all their splendour, 20
We should but find them worlds as sad as this,
Enringed by planet worlds as much amiss: 25
The spheres eternal are a grand illusion,
And reached a spot whence three close lanes led down,
Like deep brook channels, deep and dark and lown:
The dull grey south showed one vague blur of white.
I took the left-hand.html">hand path and slowly trod
The humid leafage; and my feet were shod
With infinite sleepless weariness outworn,
Of something crawling in the lane below;
That sobbed with pangs in making progress slow,
To drag; for it would die in its own den.
But coming level with it I discerned
It stopped in its sore travail and half-turned,
And with the left hand twitched back as in ire
An infamy for manhood to behold.
You leave, to rob me, wine and lust and gold
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