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Up from Aegean caverns, pool by pool

Of blue salt sea, where feet most beautiful

Of Nereïd maidens weave beneath the foam

Their long sea-dances, I, their lord, am come,

Poseidon of the Sea. 'Twas I whose power,

With great Apollo, builded tower by tower

These walls of Troy; and still my care doth stand

True to the ancient People of my hand;

Which now as smoke is perished, in the shock

Of Argive spears. Down from Parnassus' rock

The Greek Epeios came, of Phocian seed,

And wrought by Pallas' mysteries a Steed

Marvellous, big with arms; and through my wall

It passed, a death-fraught image magical.