Where Pallas guards the Attic deep,
He swept with airy pride.
Ceos and Syros wondering saw
His meteor-steed with humble awe;
And sacred Delos deemed
Apollo’s self, the fervid god
His own ethereal regions trod,
And with such brightness gleamed.
Swift o’er the Bacchic isle he glides,[[7]]
Where music mingles with the tides