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 T was the Great Alexander,
 * Capped with a golden helm,

Sate in the ages, in his floating ship,
 * In a dead calm.

Voices of sea-maids singing
 * Wandered across the deep:

The sailors labouring on their oars
 * Rowed, as in sleep.

All the high pomp of Asia,
 * Charmed by that siren lay,

Out of their weary and dreaming minds,
 * Faded away.

Like a bold boy sate their Captain,
 * His glamour withered and gone,

In the souls of his brooding mariners,
 * While the song pined on.

Time, like a falling dew,
 * Life, like the scene of a dream,

Laid between slumber and slumber,
 * Only did seem. . ..