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And wander through many races,

Till 'twixt either strand

Of the sundered land

A path through the billows she traces.

To the Asian shore

She must pass o'er,

And ever her onward leap

Of her coming tells

To the Phrygian fells

And the fleecy moorland sheep.

By street and tower

That Teuthras' power

Founded for Mysian men

In olden time,

She speeds; she must climb

Through Lydian gorge and glen;

And she must o'erleap

The Cilician steep,

And the wild Pamphylian mountains

No barrier

Shall be to her;

Till fed by eternal fountains,

Broad rivers glide

And her footsteps guide

Through a pleasant land and a mighty,

With all wealth crowned,

The fair, the renowned

Wheatland of Aphrodite.

And still she flew, a hunted thing,

Of Heaven's grace unpitied;

And in, and out with darting sting