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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Restoration Verse.  1910.
By John Dryden (1631–1700)
YOU 1 twice ten hundred deities,
To whom we daily sacrifice;
You powers that dwell with fate below,
And see what men are doomed to do,
Where elements in discord dwell;        5
Thou god of sleep, arise and tell
Great Zempoalla what strange fate
Must on her dismal vision wait!
By the croaking of the toad,
In their caves that make abode;        10
Earthly, dun, that pants for breath,
With her swelled sides full of death;
By the crested adders’ pride,
That along the clifts do glide;
By thy visage fierce and black;        15
By the death’s head on thy back;
By the twisted serpents placed
For a girdle round thy waist;
By the hearts of gold that deck
Thy breast, thy shoulders, and thy neck:        20
From thy sleepy mansion rise,
And open thy unwilling eyes,
While bubbling springs their music keep,
That use to lull thee in thy sleep.
Note 1. From The Indian Queen, 1665. [back]

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