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ATLANTIS.
Where knelt the strivers, pale as snow-fed flowers: "No more," he said, "the blasts of War unbind!Still for Athena flourish Acta's bowers;All else be thine, thou lord of sea-abiding powers!"
VIII.He spake, and up receiving heavens he passed; Beneath his feet there rolled a luminous bredeOf stars, whose vivid nebulæ, white and vast, The swift-pursuing vision did impede. Slowly the fading day, from shore and mead,Soared zenithward, and, glimmering, died on high: As saintly souls, so did from earth recedeIts tremulous flames, and night began to sighAlong the desert wave and through the sunless sky.
IX.Uprose the whilom warriors: free of use, Helmet and shield and javelin cast aside,Gleamed on the dusky strand in silent truce: Nor might the darkness which did there reside
