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AGLE pinions, swift as thought, Ganymede to heaven brought, Stolen from the plains of Troy, Loved of gods, immortal boy! Still a stranger in the skies, Ganymede in heaven sighs.

In Jove's palace full of light He doth serve the nectar bright; Smile on him the Ever-Blest, As he moves to do their hest: Downward still he bends his eyes,— Still a stranger in the skies!

When each godhead, drinking deep, Sinks beneath the tide of sleep, Ganymede on winged feet Hastes where sky and mountain meet: Soft the mist around him lies, Ganymede in heaven sighs.

River, field, and wooded height Swim together in his sight; He can only guess how fair, In the moonlit, midnight air, Ilion's walls and turrets rise,— Still a stranger in the skies!

He can only dream how sweet Are the ways where mortals meet,— Chariot-race, or hunter's spear, Temple service, vintage cheer, Young maid's laughter, youth's fond eyes: Ganymede in heaven sighs!

Haply men have seen him gaze Through the summer evening haze,