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All round is pali, trickling down
With many a rill towards the town,
Which meeting all, a babbling stream
Flows rushing emerald banks between
To where 'tis lost within the sea
Among huge rollers of the lea.

And here the naiads sporting go
On rampant waves in ceaseless flow ;
Well poised upon the feathery comb,
Like arrows' flight they ride the foam ;
A manly sport, with art complex,
Oft shared in by the softer sex.

A dreamy soul, in such a place,
Might while away a life-long race ;
But I could ne'er my wits curtail,
Within this lotus eaters tale.