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Orpheus has harped her, / Her prow has sheared the spray, / Fifty haughty heroes at her golden oarlocks sway, / White the wave before her flings, / Bright from shore she lifts and swings, / Wild he twangs the ringing strings -- / Give way! Give way! / -- Benet.
They drove down along the coast and skirted the southern tip of Atlantis. Then the galley crept northwest, up the long curve of the continent, and all the while the days were cloudless and fair, and the skies blue as the waters of the Ocean Sea.