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Entangl'd in a mazy web of dream,
Familiar with secrets of the sky.
Theonöe:
Enough for me the earth's strange secrets be,
Perplexing and insoluble, and sad.
Flavian:
The moon's attraction of the strenuous sea
Looks from your eyes, swaying my heart to you
My heart unquiet as the surging tide.
Theonöe:
I would not sway your heart, rather your mind.
Flavian:
It is my body then that you despise,
My arms too vigorous, my brain too dull?
Then will I sail for Athens even now,
