THE LANGUAGE OF BIRDS. 
And send it flitting to the Trachin court, 
The Wreck of wretched Cei/jc to report : 
Before his Queen bid the pale spectre stand, 
Who begs a vain relief at Juno's hand.'^ 
She said, and scarce awake her eyes could keep, 
Unable to support the fumes of sleep ; 
But fled, returning by tlie way she went, 
And swerv'd along her bow with swift ascent. 
The God, uneasy till he slept again, 
Resolved at once to rid himself of pain ; 
And, tho' against his custom, call'd aloud. 
Exciting Morpheus from the sleepy crowd : 
Morpheus, of all his numerous train, express'd 
The shape of Man, and imitated best ; 
The walk, the words, the gesture could supply, 
The habit mimic, and the mien belie ; 
Plays well, but all his action is confined. 
Extending not beyond our human kind. 
Darkling the demon glides, for flight prepar'd, 
So soft, that scarce his fanning wings are heard. 
To Trachin, swift as thought, the flitting shade, 
Thro* air his momentary journey made : 
Then lays aside the steerage of his wings, 
Forsakes his proper form, assumes the king's ; 
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