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ATLANTIS.
Nathless, in Acta's glowing land afar,
Loved of the gods, Athena ruled alone!
Against her cliffs the fettered floods did moan;
Her opulent olives drooped with tawny fruit;
Her thousand fields with crystal torrents shone,
Where sylvan sirens smote the lightsome lute,
And held, with dulcet song, all wrackful tempests mute.
Loved of the gods, Athena ruled alone!
Against her cliffs the fettered floods did moan;
Her opulent olives drooped with tawny fruit;
Her thousand fields with crystal torrents shone,
Where sylvan sirens smote the lightsome lute,
And held, with dulcet song, all wrackful tempests mute.
V.
Through groves where lentisk-boughs their fragrance breathed,
Like flitting birds abroad her arrows flew;
The whirring barbs in many a dell were sheathed,
Whose secret waters well the summons knew;
Elate they tossed their gemmy founts of dew—
Whereby the turf its sweetest flowers released:
Spray-cooled and fleet the delicate breezes blew,
Nor soft-blown pipes their light responding ceased,
While loitering nymph or goddess spread her fruity feast.
Through groves where lentisk-boughs their fragrance breathed,
Like flitting birds abroad her arrows flew;
The whirring barbs in many a dell were sheathed,
Whose secret waters well the summons knew;
Elate they tossed their gemmy founts of dew—
Whereby the turf its sweetest flowers released:
Spray-cooled and fleet the delicate breezes blew,
Nor soft-blown pipes their light responding ceased,
While loitering nymph or goddess spread her fruity feast.
