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          Waves assemble on ocean,
          They are gathered and driven
      By the storm of delight, by the panic of glee!
          They shake with emotion,
          They dance in their mirth.
            But where are ye?

          The pine boughs are singing
          Old songs with new gladness,
          The billows and fountains
          Fresh music are flinging,
      Like the notes of a spirit from land and from sea;
          The storms mock the mountains
          With the thunder of gladness,
            But where are ye?

IONE
      What charioteers are these?

PANTHEA
                                   Where are their chariots?

SEMICHORUS OF HOURS
      The voice of the Spirits of Air and of Earth
        Has drawn back the figured curtain of sleep,
      Which covered our being and darkened our birth
        In the deep.