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Upon a dolphin? All is calm Around—the air he breathes is balm, And quiet as beneath the sky Of his own flowery Arcady; And all grows peaceful, as he rides His dolphin through the glassy tides; And ever as he music drew From his sweet harp, a brightening hue, Like rainbow tints, a gentle bound, Told how the creature loved the sound. , some god has watched over thee, And saved thee alike from man and the sea. The night came on, a summer night, With snowy clouds and soft starlight; And glancing meteors, like the flash Sent from a Greek girl's dark eyelash