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The eddies from his silver pinions swirl’d
The crimson, green, and yellow floss, that grew
About the caves, and at his passing curl’d
Its graceful silk, and gently waved anew:
Till, oaring here and there, the queen he found
Stray’d from her haunt unto a sandy ground,
Dappl’d with eye-rings in the sunlight blue.
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She, as he came upon her from above,