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Rh Marble palaces, the offspring Of his fulness, far behind.

Cedar-houses bears the Atlas On his giant shoulders; fluttering In the breeze far, far above him Thousand flags are gaily floating, Bearing witness to his might.

And so beareth he his brethren, AU his treasures, all his children. Wildly shouting, to the bosom Of his long-expectant sire.

 MY GODDESS.

, which Immortal Merits the highest reward? With none contend I, But I will give it To the aye-changing, Ever-moving Wondrous daughter of Jove, His best-beloved offspring, Sweet Phantasy.

For unto her Hath he granted All the fancies which erst To none allowed he Saving himself; Now he takes his pleasure In the mad one.

She may, crowned with roses, With staff twined round with lilies 