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Rh Or skim the surface of the main

Nor let the billows touch her feet.

Where'er she moves, from house and land

The youths and ancient matrons throng,

And fixed in greedy wonder stand

Beholding as she speeds along:

How fair her scarf in purple dipped,

How clasps the gold her tresses' flow:

Her pastoral wand with steel is tipped,

And Lycian are her shafts and bow.