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Jealous of their bright rivals' golden wealth. —Amid those arches floated starry shapes, Just indistinct enough to make the eye Dream of surpassing beauty; but in front, Borne on a car of pearl, and drawn by swans, There lay a lovely figure,—she was queen Of the Enchanted Island, which was raised From ocean's bosom but to pleasure her: And spirits, from the stars, and from the sea, The beautiful mortal had them for her slaves.

She was the daughter of a king, and loved By a young Ocean Spirit from her birth,— He hover'd o'er her in her infancy, And bade the rose grow near her, that her cheek Might catch its colour,—lighted up her dreams With fairy wonders, and made harmony