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ATLANTIS.
And nightingales begin to wave the wing
And pant and thrill in ecstasies of pride;
Their welling raptures ripple and subside,
Till all the passing zephyrs swoon with song:
"Athena comes! more fair than crownèd bride!
With blast nor sleet, ye mounts, her presence wrong:
Breathe softly-loud her praise, afar the chant prolong!"
And pant and thrill in ecstasies of pride;
Their welling raptures ripple and subside,
Till all the passing zephyrs swoon with song:
"Athena comes! more fair than crownèd bride!
With blast nor sleet, ye mounts, her presence wrong:
Breathe softly-loud her praise, afar the chant prolong!"
XII.
Now swells the sea its coming lord to greet:
From isle to isle full fast the tidings drift;
The speedy billows roll around his feet;
A crescent-shapen chariot high they lift;
They urge the steed from out the watery rift,
While foamy hands make haste to fling the rein;
Ascends the god—the dripping wheels are swift,
The glittering hoofs fast beat the charmèd main,
Whose surges crouch before and all their waves restrain!
Now swells the sea its coming lord to greet:
From isle to isle full fast the tidings drift;
The speedy billows roll around his feet;
A crescent-shapen chariot high they lift;
They urge the steed from out the watery rift,
While foamy hands make haste to fling the rein;
Ascends the god—the dripping wheels are swift,
The glittering hoofs fast beat the charmèd main,
Whose surges crouch before and all their waves restrain!
