{"id":865,"date":"2022-02-06T14:09:44","date_gmt":"2022-02-06T14:09:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/?page_id=865"},"modified":"2022-02-06T14:40:35","modified_gmt":"2022-02-06T14:40:35","slug":"thomas-trevelyan","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/thomas-trevelyan\/","title":{"rendered":"Thomas Trevelyan"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Reading in Ovid the sorrowful story of <a href=\"https:\/\/www.greekmythology.com\/Myths\/Mortals\/Itys\/itys.html\">Itys<\/a>,<br \/>\nSon of the love of Tereus and Procne, slain<br \/>\nFor the guilty passion of Tereus for Philomela,<br \/>\nThe flesh of him served to Tereus by Procne,<br \/>\nAnd the wrath of Tereus, the murderess pursuing<br \/>\nTill the gods made Philomela a nightingale,<br \/>\nLute of the rising moon, and Procne a swallow<br \/>\nOh livers and artists of Hellas centuries gone,<br \/>\nSealing in little thuribles dreams and wisdom,<br \/>\nIncense beyond all price, forever fragrant,<br \/>\nA breath whereof makes clear the eyes of the soul<br \/>\nHow I inhaled its sweetness here in Spoon River!<br \/>\nThe thurible opening when I had lived and learned<br \/>\nHow all of us kill the children of love, and all of us,<br \/>\nKnowing not what we do, devour their flesh;<br \/>\nAnd all of us change to singers, although it be<br \/>\nBut once in our lives, or change\u2014alas!\u2014to swallows,<br \/>\nTo twitter amid cold winds and falling leaves!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/spoon-river-anthology\/edmund-pollard\/\">Previous: Edmund Pollard<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/percival-sharp\/\">Next: Percival Sharp<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Reading in Ovid the sorrowful story of Itys, Son of the love of Tereus and Procne, slain For the guilty passion of Tereus for Philomela, The flesh of him served to Tereus by Procne, And the wrath of Tereus, the murderess pursuing Till the gods made Philomela a nightingale, Lute of the rising moon, and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":68,"menu_order":151,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-865","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/865","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=865"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/865\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":892,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/865\/revisions\/892"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/68"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=865"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=865"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pvdpoetry.com\/spoonriveranthology\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=865"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}