Folk flying from the peak, who, ever more
Flying and flying, lighted on the floor,
Hail! cried they, wife of Eros, adorèd queen!
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A hurtling of the battl’d air disturb’d
Her sunken sense, and waked her eyes to meet
The kingly bird of Zeus, himself that curb’d
His swooping course, alighting at her feet;
With motion gentle, his far-darting eye
In kindness dim’d upon her, he drew nigh,