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Rh From Ægean shores across her rocky isles,

Making the bells of Babylon to ring

Over the wiles

That lifted me from darkness to the Spring?

And the King

Seeing his wine in blossom on the tree

Danced with the queen a merry roundelay,

And all the blue circumference of the day

Was loud with flying song.——

—But let me pass along:

What brooks it the unfree to thus delay?

No secret turning leads from the gods' way.