With earèd wings erect, and o’er his knee
He cross’d each foot in turn to prove the strap
That bound his wingèd sandals, and shook free
His chlamys, and gat up, and in his hand
Taking his fair white-ribbon’d herald’s wand,
Lept forth on air, accoutred cap-a-pè.
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And piloting along the mid-day sky,
Held southward, till the narrow map of Crete
Lay like a fleck in azure ’neath his eye;