Reading this poem by Oscar Wilde, I had the feeling that it seemed somewhat familiar. So I looked up Itys and family and AHA!
It lead me right back to my least favourite but most often consulted (for research) play by Shakespeare.
Back on the same story roundabout, eh?
A small sample from Wilde’s The Burden of Itys – the bit which, I believe, refers to the nightingale from the myth of Philomela.
Light-winged and bright-eyed miracle of the wood!
If ever thou didst soothe with melody
One of that little clan, that brotherhood
Which loved the morning-star of Tuscany
More than the perfect sun of Raphael
And is immortal, sing to me! for I too love thee well,
Sing on! sing on! let the dull world grow young,
Let elemental things take form again,
And the old shapes of Beauty walk among
The simple garths and open crofts, as when
The son of Leto bare the willow rod,
And the soft sheep and shaggy goats followed the boyish God.
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