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 View me a bound and sorrowing god, The foe of Jove, the hate of such As Jove's imperial courts have trod; Because I loved man too much. Ah me! ah me! what sound I hear Of coming birds! Air murm'ring sings, Beneath the soft light stroke of wings— And all society is fear.

Fear nothing. Lo! This friendly train On the fast-flashing oar of pinions, Draws nigh; but scarce such boon could gain From him who holdeth sea dominions. Me too the rapid winds have borne afar. Deep thro' our caves the clank of iron came— Forth from my cheek was struck the blush of shame And rush'd I shoonless on my wingëd car.6