Far she behind her leaves her virgin train; To them too cries, and cries to them in vain. […] what could mate her Even in the cloudy summit of her woe, When o’er the far sea-brine she saw him go! […]     “O latest born and loveliest vision far     Of all Olympus’ faded hierarchy! […] At the sound, the traitors were struck silent, and hesitated in their course, but they had gone too far: it was too late to recede, and the poet was thrown into the deep. […] the sunny hours Woo thee far to founts and bowers!