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Loud as the floods where hurricanes have passed; At Neptune's shrine 'neath echoing arches vast,Thronging they bade the ivory gates divide: "O thou whose arm withholds the winnowing blast,Be ours thy strength, great king of seas!" they cried—"Thee shall nor mortals mock nor scornful gods deride."
XII.At once within the temple's sacred gloom, O'er opalescent shrine and coral stair,Swift-spreading flames brake forth in crimson bloom, And flushed their light along the dusky air. The fragrant floors of sandal-wood did wearThe hue of roses; arch and pictured wall, Embossment, frieze, and wreathen column rare,Entablature and snowy statue, allShone fair as rifted clouds when suns of summer fall.
