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Of others' sight familiar were to her's.
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.-
He fed on poisons, and they had no power,
My dream was past; it had no further change.
Titan! to whose immortal eyes
The sufferings of mortality,
Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise ; What was thy pity's recompense ? A silent suffering, and intense; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain, The agony they do not show, The suffocating sense of woe,
Which speaks but in its loneliness, And then is jealous lest the sky Should have a listener, nor will sigh
Until its voice is echoless.
Titan! to thee the strife was given
Between the suffering and the will,
Which torture where they cannot kill; And the inexorable Heaven, And the deaf tyranny of Fate, The ruling principle of Hate, Which for its pleasure doth create The things it may annihilate, Refused thee even the boon to die : The wretched gift eternity Was thine--and thou hast borne it well. All that the Thunderer wrung from thee
Was but the menace which flung back
Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,