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ATLANTIS.
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And briny founts these roofs of granite rend!"
Straight did her bow the maiden-goddess bend,—
"Mine are the plains," she echoed, "mine the shores!
For me their songs the light cicadæ blend;
I call—from sun-dried chasms the torrent pours,
While fruitful groves make haste to drop their bloomy stores."
Straight did her bow the maiden-goddess bend,—
"Mine are the plains," she echoed, "mine the shores!
For me their songs the light cicadæ blend;
I call—from sun-dried chasms the torrent pours,
While fruitful groves make haste to drop their bloomy stores."
III.
Far flew the shaft through Acta's morning air—
The bucklered breast of Neptune felt the stroke:
Then burst such war as only gods may dare!
Then giants rose, then sluggish Triton woke;
His wonted bound the reeking ocean broke,
And, mad with tides, went plunging down the dales,
Wide rolled o'er all the crater's jetty smoke,
The hissing lava chased the valeward gales,
And through the seething floods did wreathe its ruddy scales.
Far flew the shaft through Acta's morning air—
The bucklered breast of Neptune felt the stroke:
Then burst such war as only gods may dare!
Then giants rose, then sluggish Triton woke;
His wonted bound the reeking ocean broke,
And, mad with tides, went plunging down the dales,
Wide rolled o'er all the crater's jetty smoke,
The hissing lava chased the valeward gales,
And through the seething floods did wreathe its ruddy scales.
