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ATLANTIS.
They break from bound, they cleave the skies in flight. Drawn on the vaporous heaven are visions whiteOf mighty ships with mimic sails, that dare Aërial deeps, and loud on every heightMysterious tidings sound, 'Prepare, prepare!The ravening eagle flies, the lion leaves his lair!'
III."And fateful clouds that guard the Delphic shrine Are quick with flames that threaten to devour;And dismal cries and chantings sibylline, Make terrible the midnight's moonless hour. In haste, through every naiad-haunted bower,Some herald, terror-pale, in shadow fleets: 'How dread,' they cry, 'how dread great Neptune's power!With wanton speed he rides the billowy streets:Prepare! Athena's voice the slumbering land entreats!'"
