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And wander through many races,
Till 'twixt either strand
Of the sundered land
A path through the billows she traces.

To the Asian shore
She must pass o'er,
And ever her onward leap
Of her coming tells
To the Phrygian fells
And the fleecy moorland sheep.
By street and tower
That Teuthras' power
Founded for Mysian men
In olden time,
She speeds; she must climb
Through Lydian gorge and glen;
And she must o'erleap
The Cilician steep,
And the wild Pamphylian mountains
No barrier
Shall be to her;
Till fed by eternal fountains,
Broad rivers glide
And her footsteps guide
Through a pleasant land and a mighty,
With all wealth crowned,
The fair, the renowned
Wheatland of Aphrodite.

And still she flew, a hunted thing,
Of Heaven's grace unpitied;
And in, and out with darting sting