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SABRINA fair!
Listen, where thou art sitting,
Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,
In twisted braids of lilies knitting
The loose train of thine amber-dripping hair,
Listen for dear honour's sake,
Goddess of the silver lake,
Listen and save!
Listen, and appear to us,
In name of great Oceanus, / By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace, / And Tethys' grave majestic pace; / By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look, / And the Carpathian wizard's hook; / By scaly Triton's winding shell, / And old soothsaying Glaucus' spell; / By Leucothea's lovely hands, / And her son that rules the strands; / By Thetis' tinsel-slippered feet, / And the songs of sirens sweet; / By dead Parthenope's dear tomb, / And fair Ligea's golden comb, / Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks / Sleeking her soft alluring locks; / By all the nymphs that nightly dance / Upon thy streams with wily glance; / Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head / From thy coral-paven bed, / And bridle in thy headlong wave, / Till thou our summons answered have.
Listen and save!