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POEMS.
A heavy axe, of steel, and double edged,Well fitted to the hand, the handle wroughtOf olive wood, firm set, and beautiful.A polished adze she gave him next, and ledThe way to a far corner of the isle,Where lofty trees, alders and poplars, stood,And firs that reached the clouds, sapless and dryLong since, and fitter thus to ride the waves.Then, having shown where grew the tallest trees,Calypso, glorious goddess, sought her home. Trees then he felled, and soon the task was done.Twenty in all he brought to earth, and squaredTheir trunks with the sharp steel, and carefullyHe smoothed their sides, and wrought them by a line.Calypso, gracious goddess, having broughtWimbles, he bored the beams, and, fitting themTogether, made them fast with nails and clamps.
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