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And little curling horns of tendrils spread Round all the canvas, and continually Rose through each plank; then those base coward men, With one consent leaped headlong in the sea, And changed to dolphins, hiding from the day, Pursued by sharks, in terror broke away.

Now in his floating vineyard, Bacchus passed To longing Crete, and Iris graciously Arched him with rainbows, and a glory shone To welcome him o’er all the neighbouring sea. While in the distance angry lightnings played Wmthful on Lemnos, and that isle dismayed. W. T.