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BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.
Your teeth's enclosure, quoth my grandsire's song!Why, fast as snow in Thrace, the voyage through,Has she been falllng thick in flakes of him!Frequent as figs at Kaunos, Kaunians said.Balaustion, stand forth and confirm my speech!Now it was some whole passion of a play;Now, peradventure, but a honey-dropThat slipt its comb i' the chorus. If there roseA star, before I could determine steerSouthward or northward—if a cloud surprisedHeaven, ere I fairly hollaed 'Furl the sail!—'She had at finger's end both cloud and star;Some thought that perched there, tame and tuneable,Fitted with wings; and still, as off it flew,'So sang Euripides,' she said, 'so sangThe meteoric poet of air and sea,Planets and the pale populace of heaven,The mind of man, and all that's made to soar!'
