Thou O in sweet mixture dwell!
Divine melodies, in a lot, unheard,
Yet be a note more serene.
Drink'st forth the common herds' well,
Calm delight cherish thou, the day's reward
That's born to fill thy heart in an amused trance.
Thou O the warmth on the green!
Follow an end that a life doth sell,
Yet made a soul that hatches on the mud.
The one that's, on a noble boat, seen,
Doth raise one step to test a chance;
O hark, the night bird cries forth the peak!
As gaily the waves, on their toes, dance;
And on a whim doth the little trireme sink!
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