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“Wherefore Olympus’ height I now have fled, to seek heart-salving balm for sore despair; eke would I find, if rank thus forfeitèd in Heav’en, your Waters still to honour care.” More would he say, but nothing more he said, for tears, already trickling pair by pair, leapt from his brimming lids, and as they came the Gods of Water felt their sprites aflame.