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ATLANTIS.
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Oft through thy skies, with pomp imperial riven,
Great Zeus rode, his hissing bolts unhurled:
Down jasper ways his flying steeds were driven,
And all the isle was sweet with effluent airs of heaven.
Great Zeus rode, his hissing bolts unhurled:
Down jasper ways his flying steeds were driven,
And all the isle was sweet with effluent airs of heaven.
III.
Alas, the sons of Neptune! proud were they,
Of princely step 'and beauty all divine;
Their word the fleet, capricious wind did sway,
Of rushing streams the boundaries did assign,
Nor less compelled the ever-moving brine:
Low at their feet the reverent people knelt,
With all translucent gifts of wave and mine:
'Neath pillared domes of wroughten ore they dwelt,
And tribute-burdened fleets their shelly coasts did belt.
Alas, the sons of Neptune! proud were they,
Of princely step 'and beauty all divine;
Their word the fleet, capricious wind did sway,
Of rushing streams the boundaries did assign,
Nor less compelled the ever-moving brine:
Low at their feet the reverent people knelt,
With all translucent gifts of wave and mine:
'Neath pillared domes of wroughten ore they dwelt,
And tribute-burdened fleets their shelly coasts did belt.
IV.
For them the West its riches did unbar;
Kingdoms obeyed them from their island-throne:
For them the West its riches did unbar;
Kingdoms obeyed them from their island-throne:
