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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.
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.
