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• THO’ faster than the Tropic-bird¹ they flew,
• Oft Junio cried, ah! when shall we see land? [510]
• Soon land they made: and now in thought he claspt

• His Indian bride, and deem’d his toils o’erpaid.

• SHE, no less amorous, every evening walk’d
• On the cool margin of the purple main,

• Intent her Junio’s vessel to descry. [515]

• ONE eve, (faint calms for many a day had rag’d,)
• The winged daemons of the tempest rose;
• Thunder, and rain, and lightning’s awful power.
• She fled: could innocence, could beauty claim
• Exemption from the grave; the aethereal Bolt,² [520]
• That stretch’d her speechless, o’er her lovely head

• Had innocently roll’d.

• MEAN while, impatient Junio lept ashore,
• Regardless of the Daemons of the storm.
• Ah youth! what woes, too great for man to bear, [525]
• Are ready to burst on thee? Urge not so
• Thy flying courser.³ Soon Theana’s porch

VER. 509. Tropic-bird] The French call this bird Fregate, on account of its swift flying. It is only to be met with in the warm latitudes.

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