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 A revel for mad zephyr lips, A soft eternity of sips: I will no sweet of mine detain; But wholly be to them a prey, Used lavishly or cast away For the whole rout of them to drain. Or I will give myself to make Sport for the green gods of the lake; —All fierce are they with foamy breath, And rainbow eyes, and watery souls, Quaint things, half deity, half snake; —O, I shall lay me in the shoals Of waves: or any way get Death!—

So I shall rid myself from thee, Apollo!—So at length be free!