Then headlong plunged into the parting tide:
Th’ exulting tide received the lovely maid,
And proudly from the strand its freight convey’d.
Far west of Thrace, beyond th’ Ægean main,
Remote from ocean lies the Delphic plain:
The sacred oracle of Phœbus there
High o’er the mount arose, divinely fair!
Achaian marble formed the gorgeous pile,
August the fabric! elegant its style!
On brazen hinges turned the silver doors,