Whereat he stood and trim’d his horns; but ere
Her tale was done resumed his manner scare,
Ran down, and on his way in darkness kept.
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But she intent drew forth with dextrous hand
The larger seeds, or push’d the smaller back,
Or light from heavy with her breathing fan’d.
When suddenly she saw the floor grow black,
And troops of ants, flowing in noiseless train,
Moved to the hill of seeds, as o’er a plain