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ATLANTIS.
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To gather, as the breezy echoes melt;
And grander bards forgive, who at thy grave have knelt!
And grander bards forgive, who at thy grave have knelt!
VIII.
No murky cloud his spotless disk to hide,
The sun, through surges vast his way had cleft,
And all the crisping, restive waters wide,
Of twilight's wave-encumbering shades bereft,
Did glister as a snowy-threaden weft,
With flickering gems afloat in every fold,
And soft sea-colors interwoven deft:
I wis nor daisied path nor street of gold,
E'er shone as this whereon great Neptune's chariot rolled.
No murky cloud his spotless disk to hide,
The sun, through surges vast his way had cleft,
And all the crisping, restive waters wide,
Of twilight's wave-encumbering shades bereft,
Did glister as a snowy-threaden weft,
With flickering gems afloat in every fold,
And soft sea-colors interwoven deft:
I wis nor daisied path nor street of gold,
E'er shone as this whereon great Neptune's chariot rolled.
IX.
All night its gleaming wheels had tracked the waste;
Like serpents ran the ripples in their wake;
Their beamy coils the quivering furrows traced,
As moonbeams, over crested billows, break
Through undulating shade and frothen flake:
All night the ocean-steed, with tossing head
And speedful limbs no bird might overtake,
All night its gleaming wheels had tracked the waste;
Like serpents ran the ripples in their wake;
Their beamy coils the quivering furrows traced,
As moonbeams, over crested billows, break
Through undulating shade and frothen flake:
All night the ocean-steed, with tossing head
And speedful limbs no bird might overtake,
