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90 I desire: and their speed makes night kindle; I fear: they outstrip the typhoon; Ere the cloud piled on Atlas can dwindle We encircle the earth and the moon. We shall rest from long labours at noon; Then ascend with me, daughter of Ocean.

On the brink of the night and the morning My coursers are wont to respire; But the Earth has just whispered a warning That their flight must be swifter than fire: They shall drink the hot speed of desire!

Thou breathest on their nostrils, but my breath Would give them swifter speed.