Of biting adamant, to take firm hold
Of cloud or ether; and their whirling fires
Threw off the air in halo where they roll’d:
And either nave that round the axle turn’d
A ruby was, whose steady crimson burn’d
Betwixt the twin speed-mingling fans of gold.
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Thereon the naked goddess mounting, shook
The reins; whereat the doves their wings outspread.
And rising high their flight to heaven they took: