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Updated: May 28, 2025
The nightingale and lark still sing In your tranced ears the bliss of love; The toying sylphs, on airy wing, Around your fragrant bosoms rove, Of yore, Dione's daughter twining In garlands sweet your cup-so shining, A pillow formed where love might rest! Spring's gentle children, mourn forever, The joys of love she gave ye never, Ne'er let ye know that feeling blest!
Thus soon they came to the habitation of the gods, even steep Olympus. There wind-footed fleet Iris loosed the horses from the chariot and stabled them, and set ambrosial forage before them; but fair Aphrodite fell upon Dione's knees that was her mother.
One blossom of the tree Alpina is worth all store of roses; one ruby outvalueth many pearls; he who hath already the word of magic needeth to buy no Venus's image; and Sir Mortimer Ferne, secure in Dione's love, saileth, methinks, in crystal seas, with slight danger from storm and wreck." "Secure in Dione's love!" repeated Ferne. "Ah, lady, your shaft has gone wide.
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