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There is that story of the golden bit
By Goddess given to tame the lightning steed:
A mortal who could mount, and sit
Flying, and up Olympus midway speed.
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He rose like the loosed fountain’s utmost leap;
He played the star at span of heaven right o’er
Men’s heads: they saw the snowy steep,
Saw the winged shoulders: him they saw not more.