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ANDROMEDA.
Rose, like a pillar of tall white cloud, toward silver Olympus; Far above ocean and shore, and the peaks of the isles and the mainland; Where no frost nor storm is, in clear blue windless abysses, High in the home of the summer, the seats of the happy Immortals, Shrouded in keen deep blaze, unapproachable; there ever youthful Hebé, Harmonié, and the daughter of Jove, Aphrodité, 480Whirled in the white-linked dance with the gold-crowned Hours and the Graces, Hand within hand, while clear piped Phœbe, queen of the woodlands. All day long they rejoiced: but Athené still in her chamber Bent herself over her loom, as the stars rang loud to her singing,
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