That meet the earliest sunbeam of the sky!
Bound to yon dusky mart, with pennants gay,
The tall bark on the winding water's line,
Between the river cliffs plies her hard way,
And peering on the sight the white sails shine.
LITERARY PROBLEM.
(For the Mirror.)
It is not perhaps generally known, that in the writings of Sodates, a poet of Thrace, many of the verses may be turned and read different ways, without either losing the measure or sense; for instance the following, which may be read backwards:—
"Roma tibi stibito motibus ibit amor