1:26:04
Would you like to try?
1:26:09
Hit it against the rock, gently.
1:26:18
Poet, I haven't had
an egg in days.
1:26:22
You haven't?
1:26:27
- Here.
- Thankyou.
1:26:29
I'm not going
to let mine get away.
1:26:51
- Sing us a song.
- Sing us a song, Antoninus.
1:26:55
Sing, Antoninus.
1:26:59
When the blazing sun
hangs low in the western sky...
1:27:05
when the wind dies away
on the mountain...
1:27:10
when the song
ofthe meadowlark turns still...
1:27:15
when the fiield locust clicks
no more in the fiield...
1:27:20
and the sea foam sleeps
like a maiden at rest...
1:27:24
and twilight touches the shape
ofthe wandering earth...
1:27:27
Iturn home.
1:27:30
Through bIueshadows
andpurpIe woods...
1:27:33
Iturn home.
1:27:37
Iturn to thepIace
that I wasborn...
1:27:39
to the mother who bore me
andthe father who taught me...
1:27:43
Iong ago, Iong ago...
1:27:45
Iong ago.
1:27:49
AIone am Inow, Iost andaIone,
in a far, wide, wandering worId.
1:27:55
Yet still when
the blazing sun hangs low...