So saying, Hermes roused the oxen vast;

O'er shadowy mountain and resounding dell,

And flower-paven plains, great Hermes passed;

Till the black night divine, which favouring fell

Around his steps, grew gray, and morning fast

Wakened the world to work, and from her cell

Sea-strewn, the Pallantean Moon sublime

Into her watch-tower just began to climb.

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