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Now come, ye Naiads, to the fountains lead; Now let me wander through your gelid reign. I burn to view the enthusiastic wilds By mortal else untrod. I hear the din Of waters thundering o'er the ruiu'd cliffs. With holy reverence I approach the rocks Whence glide the streams renown'd in ancient song. Here from the desert down the rumbling steep First springs the Nile; here bursts the sounding Po In angry waves; Euphrates hence devolves A mighty flood to water half the east; And there in Gothic solitude reclined The cheerliss Tanais pours his hoary urn. What solemn twilight! What stupendous shades Rh