Hesperus and his daughters three,

Hesperus and his daughters three,

That sing about the golden tree.

Comus.

The Northwind fall'n, in the newstarrèd night

Zidonian Hanno, voyaging beyond

The hoary promontory of Soloë

Past Thymiaterion, in calmèd bays,

Between the southern and the western Horn,

Heard neither warbling of the nightingale,

Nor melody o’ the Lybian lotusflute

Blown seaward from the shore; but from a slope

That ran bloombright into the Atlantic blue,

Beneath a highland leaning down a weight

Of cliffs, and zoned below with cedarshade,

Came voices, like the voices in a dream,

Continuous, till he reached the other sea.

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