how I had sped, and I told them, Well, and that we would

How beautiful thou art! The world how deep!

How tremulous-dazzlingly the wheels sweep

Around their axle! Then these gleaming reins,

How lithe! When this thy chariot attains

Its airy goal, haply some bower veils

Those twilight eyes? Those eyes!- my spirit fails-

Dear goddess, help! or the wide-gaping air

Will gulph me- help!"- At this with madden'd stare,