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And Neptune’s children from the emerald gloom Of ocean caverns, in a boisterous pack Played round about her path of roseate bloom-- Sea-nymph and Triton in a foamy track, With winds and water-sprites and cloudy rack Of morning, and the mountains seen afar-- Orbed in one onward course which grew not slack Till Venus, mounting on her dove-drawn car, Went heavenward through the blue vault like a glistening star.