In the sun's palace-porch, where when unyoked
His chariot-wheel stands midway in the wave:
Shake one, and it awakens; then apply
Its polisht lips to your attentive ear,
[[512]]And it remembers its august abodes,
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And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there.[512:1]
Gebir. Book i. (1798).
Past are three summers since she first beheld
The ocean; all around the child await
Some exclamation of amazement here.