Cave of Poverty, The - Part 64

Conscious of Silence's approaching Reign,
The subtle Goddess o'er her Cavern's Head
Two brazen Tubes, whose Hollows drank a-main
Each whistling Breath of Ambient Air, display'd;
As oft 'tis seen, the narrow winding Lanes
Draw in each Blast that sweeps a-cross the Plains.
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