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Of feather'd Indian darts about, as through The delicatest air: air verily, But for the portraiture of clouds and sky: This palace floor breath-air,—but for the amaze Of deep-seen wonders motionless,—and blaze Of the dome pomp, reflected in extremes, Globing a golden sphere.
 * They stood in dreams

Till Triton blew his horn. The palace rang; The Nereids danced; the Syrens faintly sang; And the great Sea-King bow'd his dripping head. Then Love took wing, and from his pinions shed On all the multitude a nectarous dew. The ooze-born Goddess beckoned and drew Fair Scylla and her guides to conference; And when they reach'd the throned eminence She kiss'd the sea-nymph's cheek, who sat her down A toying with the doves. Then, "Mighty crown And sceptre of this kingdom!" Venus said, "Thy vows were on a time to Nais paid: Behold!"—Two copious tear-drops instant fell From the God's large eyes; he smiled delectable, And over Glaucus held his blessing hands.— "Endymion! Ah! still wandering in the bands Of love? Now this is cruel. Since the hour I met thee in earth's bosom, all my power Have I put forth to serve thee. What, not yet Escaped from dull mortality's harsh net? A little patience, youth! 'twill not be long, Or I am skilless quite: an idle tongue, A humid eye, and steps luxurious