Entrance of Neptune.

Hail to the lord of seas,
That doth inherit
The storm wind and the breeze,
So full his merit,
For whom the thunder rolled
Out from the western gold,
Wealth without measure,
Storm-driven treasure,
Unreckoned legacies of kings of old!
Hail, thou for whom the foam
His plumed mane bendeth!
Whom time his ruin home
For hoarding sendeth!
For whom the stormy sky
Mirrors a panoply:
Lord of gulls crying,
King of winds dying,
Whom the sun's hieing,
Neptune, on thee, uncrowned his crowns shall
lie!