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XVII.The skies were fair, the light mist swam above; Under the lee the trooping billows laughed;The breeze was gentle as the voice of love; On dimpled waves the white crest waltzed abaft; The seas, inebriate, still the sunlight quaffed,And sank and sighed with luxury of wine: Idle the seamen on their rocking craft,That orientward did constantly incline,And ever fleetly rode the unresisting brine.
XVIII.Cuirass and graven helmet caught the sun, Canopied throne and flashing crown were there;Brave webs whose thread was of the fine gold spun, And kingly forms adorned beyond compare. Lightly they rode, nor did their speed forbear:Ah, goodly was the sight, but first that day, Death, in thy vales, Atlantis, spread the snare;Hid under dewy flowers the sure dismay;Drew his unfailing bow and set the shafts that slay.
