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Then gentle winds arose

With many a mingled close
Of wild Æolian sound and mountain-odour keen ;

And where the Baian ocean

Welters with airlike motion,
Within, above, around its bowers of starry green,
Moving the sea-flowers in those purple caves
Even as the ever stormless atmosphere

Floats o'er the Elysian realm,
It bore me like an Angel, o'er the waves
Of sunlight, whose swift pinnace of dewy air

No storm can overwhelm;
I sailed, where ever flows
Under the calm Serene
A spirit of deep emotion
From the unknown graves

Of the dead kings of Melody.
Shadowy Aornos darkened o'er the helm
The horizontal æther; heaven stript bare
Its depths over Elysium, where the prow
Made the invisible water white as snow;
From that Typhæan mount, Inarime
There streamed a sunlight vapour, like the standard.

Of some ætherial host;
Whilst from all the coast,

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Ier, tez-nous zowed

Tie site renc, se ci har en "r, Hiszas sí se:

Arrangerere are serie ( Wishe pat, Tize, as picastre Siste vi wae Irma, sest nie erzste;

Brit rygerent was clear

As in te voor's thes; there Tie wreaths of stony myrtle, ivy and pine,

Like winter leaves o'ergown by moulded soow,

Seened only not to move and grow
Vecause the crystal silence of the air

Weighed on their life ; even as the Power divine
Which then lulled all things, brooded upon mine.

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Louder and louder, gathering round, there wandered
Over the oracular woods and divine sea
Prophesyings which grew articulate —
They seize me I must speak them - be they fate !


Naples ! thou Heart of men which ever pantest

Naked, beneath the lidless eye of heaven ! Elysian City which to calm inchantest

The mutinous air and sea : they round thee, even

As sleep round Love, are driven ! Metropolis of a ruined Paradise

Long lost, late won, and yet but half regained ! Bright Altar of the bloodless sacrifice,

Which armèd Victory offers up unstained

To Love, the flower-enchained ! Thou which wert once, and then didst cease to be, Now art, and henceforth ever shalt be, free, If Hope, and Truth, and Justice can avail,

Hail, hail, all hail !

Thou youngest giant birth

Which from the groaning earth
Leap'st, clothed in armour of impenetrable scale !

Last of the Intercessors !
Who 'gainst the Crowned Transgressors

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