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XXIX. TAGLIONI.

The music and the eloquence of motion
Breathe in quick beauty from her subtle feet;
She moveth like a moonbeam upon ocean,
Which curves and quivers as the billows fleet;
Upon the earth her fine foot falls as lightly
As winds of odour, or aërial rays
From Morn's blue eye, on a mist-woven cloud—
Or dews upon the forest and the flowers:
So round Apollo glance the golden Hours;
Bacchants, with thyrsus arm'd and cymbals loud,
So bound, in many a wine-bewitched maze,
About their joyous god; so Iris, brightly,
Weaving from sun and rain her silent wings,
Upon her pinnacle of ether springs!