Lo! the great Sun under the ocean's bed has

Driven steeds and chariot—the child meanwhile strode

O'er the Pierian mountains clothed in shadows,

Where the immortal oxen of the God

Are pastured in the flowering unmown meadows,

And safely stalled in a remote abode.—

The archer Argicide, elate and proud,

Drove fifty from the herd, lowing aloud.

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