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As when, upon a tranced summer-night, His Druid locks to shake and ooze with sweat, Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, His eyes to fever out, his voice to cease. Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, He stood, and heard not Thea's sobbing deep; Dream, and so drean all night without a stir, A little time, and then again he snatch'd Save from one gradual solitary gust

Utterance thus:-" But cannot I create ? Which comes upon the silence, and dies off,

Cannot I form? Cannot I fashion forth As if the ebbing air had but one wave:

Another world, another universe, So came these words and went; the while in tears To overbear and crumble this to naught? She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Where is another chaos! Where?”—That word Just where her falling hair might be outspread Found way unto Olympus, and made quake A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet.

The rebel three. Thea was startled up, One moon, with alternation slow, had shed

And in her bearing was a sort of hope, Her silver seasons four upon the night,

As thus she quick-voiced spake, yet full of awe. And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern;

" This cheers our fallen house: come to our friends The frozen God still couchant on the earth, O Saturn! come away, and give them heart; And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet:

I know the covert, for thence came I hither.” Until at length old Saturn lifted up

Thus brief; then with beseeching eyes she went His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone,

With backward footing through the shade a space , And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, He follow'd, and she turn'd to lead the way And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake Through aged boughs, that yielded like the mist As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Which eagles cleave, upmounting from their nest. Shook horrid with such aspen-malady: “O tender spouse of gold Hyperion,

Meanwhile in other realms big tears were shed, Thea, I feel thee ere I see thy face;

More sorrow like to this, and such like woe, Look up, and let me see our doom in it;

Too huge for mortal tongue or pen of scribe :
Look up, and tell me if this feeble shape

The Titans fierce, self-hid, or prison-bound,
Is Saturn's; tell me, if thou hear'st the voice Groand for the old allegiance once more,
of Saturn ; tell me, if this wrinkling brow, And listen’d in sharp pain for Saturn's voice.
Naked and bare of its great diadem,

But one of the whole mammoth-brood still kept
Peers like the front of Saturn. Who had power His sov'reignty, and rule, and majesty ;-
To make me desolate ? whence came the strength ? Blazing Hyperion on his orbed fire
How was it nurtured to such bursting forth, Sull sat, still snufid the incense, teeming up
While Fate seem'd strangled in my nervous grasp ? From man to the sun's God; yet unsecure:
But it is so ; and I am smother'd up,

For as among us mortals omens drear And buried from all godlike exercise

Fright and perplex, so also shudder'd heof influence benign on planets pale,

Not at dog's howl, or gloom-bird's hated screech, Of admonitions to the winds and seas,

Or the familiar visiting of one
Of peaceful sway above man's harvesting, l'pon the first toll of his passing-bell,
And all those acts which Deity supreme

Or prophesyings of the midnight lamp;
Doth ease its heart of love in.-l am gone

But horrors, portion'd to a giant nerve, Away from my own bosom : I have left

Oft made Hyperion ache. His palace bright, My strong identity, my real self,

Bastion'd with pyramids of glowing gold, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit And touch'd with shade of bronzed obelisks, Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Glared a blood-red through all its thousand courts, Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Arches, and domes, and fiery galleries; Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light : And all its curtains of Aurorian clouds Space region'd with life-air: and barren void; Flush'd angerly: while sometimes cagles' wings, Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell

Unseen before by Gods or wondering men, Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest Darken'd the place; and neighing steeds were heard, A certain shape or shadow, making way

Not heard before by Gods or wondering men.
With wings or chariot fierce to repossess

Also, when he would taste the spicy wreaths
A heaven he lost erewhile: it must-it must Of incense, breathed aloti from sacred hills,
Be of ripe progress-Saturn must be King. Instead of sweets, his ample palate took
Yes, there must be a golden victory;

Sa vor of poisonous brass and metal sick: There must be Gods thrown down, and trumpets And so, when harbor'd in the sleepy west, blown

Afier the full completion of fair day,– Of triumph calm, and hymns of festival

For rest divine upon exalted couch, Upon the gold clouds metropolitan,

And slumber in the arms of melody, Voices of soft proclaim, and silver stir

He paced away the pleasant hours of ease Of strings in hollow shells; and there shall be With stride colossal, on from hall to hall; Beautiful things made new, for the surprise

While far within each aisle and deep recess, of the sky-children; I will give command: His winged minions in close clusters siood, Thea' Thea! where is Saturn?"

Amazed and full of fear; like anxious men

Who on wide plains gather in panting troops, This passion lifted him upon his feet,

When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers. And made his hands to struggle in the air, Even now, while Saturn, roused from icy trance,

Went sted for step with Thea through the woods, Cleard them of heavy vapors, burst them wide Hyperion, leaving twilight in the rear,

Suddenly on the ocean's chilly streams Came slope upon the threshold of the west; The planet orb of fire, whereon he rode Then, as was wont, his palace-door flew ope Each day from east 10 west the heavens through, In smoothed silence, save what solemn tubes, Spun round in sable curtaining of clouds; Blown by the serious Zephyrs, gave of sweet Not therefore veiled quite, blindfold, and bid, And wandering sounds, slow-breathed melodies; But ever and anon the glancing spheres, And like a rose in vermeil tint and shape,

Circles, and arcs, and broad-belting colure, In fragrance soft, and coolness to the eye,

Glow'd through, and wrought upon the muffling dark That inlet to severe magnificence

Sweet-shaped lightnings from the nadir deep Stood full-blown, for the God to enter in.

Up 10 the zenith, -hieroglyphics old,

Which sages and keen-eyed astrologers He enter'd, but he enter'd full of wrath ; Then living on the earth, with laboring thought His flaming robes stream'd out beyond his heels, Won from the gaze of many centuries : And gave a roar, as if of earthly tire,

Now lost, save what we find on remnants huge That scared away the meek ethereal Hours of stone, or marble swart; their import gone, And made their dove-wings tremble. On he flared, Their wisdom long since fled.—Two wings this orb From stately nave to nave, from vault 10 vault, Possess d for glory, two fair argent wings, Through bowers of fragrant and enwreathed light, Ever exalted at the God's approach: And diamond-paved lustrous long arcades,

And now, from forth the gloom their plumes immense Until he reach'd the great main cupola ;

Rose, one by one, till all outspreaded were ; There standing fierce beneath, he stamp'd his foot, While still ihe dazzling globe maintain d eclipse, And from the basements deep to the high towers Awaiting for Hyperion's command. Jarr'd his own golden region; and before

Fain would he have commanded, fain took throne The quavering thunder thereupon had ceased, And bid the day begin, if but for change. His voice leapt out, despite of godlike curb, He might not :- Vo, though a primeval God: To this result: “O dreams of day and night! The sacred seasons might not be disturbid. O monstrous forms! O effigies of pain!

Therefore the operations of the dawn
O spectres busy in a cold, cold gloom!

Stay'd in their birth, even as here 'uis toid
O lank-ear'd Phantoms of black-weeded pools! Those silver wings expanded sisterly,
Why do I know ye? why have I seen ye? why Eager lo sail their orb; the porches wide
Is my eternal essence thus distraught

Open'd upon the dusk demesnes of night
To see and to behold these horrors new?

And the bright Tim, frenzied with new woes, Saturn is fallen, am I too to fall ?

Unused to bend, by hard compulsion bent Am I to leave this haven of my rest,

His spirit to the sorrow of the time; This cradle of my glory, this soft clime,

And all along a dismal rack of clouds, This calm luxuriance of blissful light,

Upon the boundaries of day and night, These crystalline pavilions, and pure fanes,

He stretch'd himself in grief and radiance faint Of all my lucent empire? It is left

There as he lay, the Heaven with its stars Deserted, void, nor any haunt of mine.

Look'd down on him with pity, and the voice The blaze, the splendor, and the symmetry,

Of Cælus, frum the universal space, i cannot see--but darkness, death and darkness. Thus whisper'd low and solemn in his ear. Even here, into my centre of repose,

“O brightest of my children dear, earth-born The shady visions come to domineer,

And skyengender'd, Son of Mysteries Insult, and blind, and stille up my pomp

All unrevcaled even to the powers Fall!-No, by Tellus and her briny robes!

Which met at thy creating! at whose joys Over the fiery frontier of my realms

And palpitations sweet, and pleasures soft, I will advance a terrible right arm

1, Cælus, wonder, how they came and whence; Shall scare that infant thunderer, rebel Jove, And at the fruits thereof what shapes they be. And bid old Saturn take his throne again." Distinct, and visible; symbols divine, He spake, and ceased, the while a heavier threat Manifestations of that benuleous lise Held struggle with his throat, but caine not forth; Diffused unseen throughout eternal space ; For as in theatres of crowded men

Of these new-form'd art thou, oh brightest child! Hubbub increases more they call out “ Hush !" Of these, thy brethren and the Goddesses ! So at Hyperion's words the Phantoms pale There is sad feud among ye, and rebellion Bestirr'd themselves, thrice horrible and cold ; Of son against his sire. I saw bim fall, And from the mirror'd level where he stood I saw my first-born tumbled from his throne! A mist arose, as from a scummy marsh.

To me his arms were spread, 10 me his voice At this, through all his bulk an agony

Found way from forth ibe thunders round his hear Crept gradual, from the feet unto the crown, Pale wox I, and in vapors hid my face. Like a lithe serpent vast and muscular

Art thou, 100, near such doom? vague fear there is Making slow way, with head and neck convulsed For I have seen my sons most unlike Gods. From overstrained might. Released, he fed Divine ye were created, and divine To the eastern gates, and full six dewy hours In sad demeanor, solemn, undisturb'd, Before the dawn in season due should blush, Unruffled, like high Gods, ye lived and ruled : He breathed fierce breath against the sleepy portals, Now I behold in you, fear, hope, and wrath,


Actions of rage and passion ; even as

Lay vast and edgeways; like a dismal cirque
I see them, on the mortal world beneath,

Of Druid stones, upon a forlorn moor,
In men who die.—This is the grief, O Son ! When the chill rain begins at shut of eve,
Sad sign of ruin, sudden dismay, and fall!

In dull November, and their chancel vault,
Yet do thou strive ; as thou art capable,

The Heaven itself, is blinded throughout night. As thou canst move about, an evident God ; Each one kept shroud, nor to his neighbor gave Ard canst oppose to each malignant hour

Or word, or look, or action of despair. Ethereal presence :- am but a voice;

Creus was one ; his ponderous iron mace My life is but the life of winds and tides,

Lay by him, and a shalter'd rib of rock No more than winds and rides can I avail:

Told of his rage, ere he thus sank and pined. But thou cansi.—Be thou therefore in the van lapetus another; in his grasp, Of circumstance; yea, seize the arrow's barb A serpent's plashy neck; its barbed tongue Before the tense string murmur.—To the earth! Squeezed from the gorge, and all its uncurl'd length For there thou wilt find Saturn, and his woes. Dead; and because the creature could not spit Meantime I will keep watch on thy bright sun, Its poison in the eyes of conquering Jove. And of thy seasons be a careful nurse.'

Next Cottus : prone he lay, chin uppermost, Ere half this region-whisper had come down, As though in pain ; for still upon the flint Hyperion arose, and on the stars

He ground severe his skull, with open mouth
Lifted his curved lids, and kept them wide

And eyes at horrid working. Nearest him
Until it ceased ; and still he kept them wide: Asia, born of most enormous Caf,
And still they were the same brighi, pati

Who cost her mother Tellus keener pangs,
Then with a slow incline of his broad breast, Though feminine, than any of her sons :
Like to a diver in the pearly seas,

More thought than woe was in her dusky face, Forward he stoop'd over the airy shore,

For she was prophesying of her glory;
And plunged all noiseless into the deep night. And in her wide imagination stood

Palin-shaved temples, and high rival fanes,
By Oxus or in Ganges' sacred isles.
Even as Hope upon her anchor leans,
So leant she, not so fair, upon a tusk

Shed from the broadest of her elephants

Above her, on a crag's uneasy shelve,
Upon his elbow raised, all prostrate else,
Shadow d Enceladus; once tame and mild

As grazing ox unworried in the meads;
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings Now tiger-passion'd, lion-thoughted, wroth,
Ilyperion slid into the rustled air,

He meditated, plotted, and even now And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad place Was hurling mountains in that second war, Where Cybele and the bruised Titans mourn’d. Not long delay'il, that scared the younger Gods It was a den where no insulting light

To hide themselves in forms of beast and bird. Could glimmer on their tears; where their own groans Not far hence Atlas; and beside him prone They felt, but heard not, for the solid roar

Phorcus, the sire of Gorgons. Neighbor'd close Of thunderous waterfalls and torrenis hoarse, Oceanus, and Tethvs, in whose lap Pouring a constant bulk, uncertain where.

Sobb’d Clymene among her tangled hair. Crag jutting forth to crag, and rocks that seem'd In midst of all lay Themis, at the feet Ever as if just rising from a sleep,

Of Ops the queen all clouded round from sight; Forehead to forehead held their monstrous horns ; No shape distinguishable, more than when And thus in thousand hugest phantasies

Thick night confounds the pine-tops with the clouds : Made a fit rooting to this nest of woe.

And many else whose names may not be told. Instead of thrones, hard tiint they sat upon,

For when the Muse's wings are air-ward spread, Couches of rugged stone, and slaty ridge

Who shall delay her flight? And she must chant Stubborn'd with iron. All were not assembled : Of Saturn, and his guide, who now had climb’d Some chain d in toriure, and some wandering. With damp and slippery footing from a depth Caus, and Gyges, and Briareus,

More horrid still. Above a sombre cliff Typhon, and Dolor, and Porphyrion,

Their heads appear’d, and up their stature grew With many more. The brawniest in assault,

Till on the level height their steps found ease : Were pent in regions of laborious breath ;

Then Thea spread abroad her trembling arms Dungeon'd in opaque element, to keep

Upon the precincts of this nest of pain,
Their clenched teeih still clench'd, and all their limbs And sidelong lix'd her eye on Saturn's face:
Lock'd up like veins of metal, crampt and screw'd ; There saw she direst strife; the supreme God
Without a motion, save of their big hearts

At war with all the frailty of grief,
Heaving in pain, and horribly convulsed

Of rage, of fear, anxiety, revenge, With sanguine, feverous, boiling gurge of pulse. Remorse, spleen, hope, but most of all despair. Mneinosyne was straying in the world ;

Against these plagues he strove in vain; for Fato Far from her moon bad Phæbe wander'd;

Had pour'd a mortal oil upon his head,
And many else were free to roam abroad,

A disanointing poison : so that Thea,
But for the main, here found they covert drear. Affrighted, kept her still, and let him pass
Scarce images of life, one here, one there, First onwards in, among the fallen tribe.

Grew up

As with us mortal men, the laden heart

So ended Saturn; and the God of the Sea, Is persecuted more, and fever'd more,

Sophist and sage, from no Athenian grore, When it is nighing to the mournful house

But cogitation in his watery shades, Where other hearts are sick of the same bruise ; Arose, with locks not oozy, and began, So Saturn, as he walk d into the midst,

In murmurs, which his first-endeavoring iongue Felt saint, and would have sunk among the rest, Caught infant-like from the far-foamed sands. But that he met Enceladus's eye,

“Oye, whom wrath consumes! who, passion-stung Whose mightiness, and awe of him, at once Writhe at defeat, and nurse your agonies! Came like an inspiration ; and he shouted, Shut up your senses, stifle up your ears, “ Titans, behold your God!" at which soine groan'd; My voice is not a bellows unte ire. Some staried on their feet; some also shouted ; Yet listen, ye who will, whilst I bring proof Some wepi, some wailid-all bow'd with reverence; How ye, perforce, must be content to stoop: And Ops, uplifting her black folded veil,

And in the proof much comfort will I give,
Show'd her pale cheeks, and all her forehead wan, If ye will take that comfort in its truth.
Her eye-brows thin and jer, and hollow eyes. We fall by course of Nature's law, noi force
There is a roaring in the bleak-grown pines Of thunder, or of Jove. Great Saturn, thou
When Winter lifts his voice; there is a noise Hast sified well the atom-universe;
Among immortals when a God gives sign,

But for this reason, that thou art the King
With hushing finger, how he means to load

And only blind from sheer supremacy,
His tongue with the full weight of utterless thought, One avenue was shaded from thine eyes,
With thunder, and with music, and with pomp: Through which I wander'd to eternal truth.
Such noise is like the rear of bleak-grown pines; And first, as thou wast not the first of powers
Which, when it ceases in this mountain’d world, So art thou not the last; it cannot be.
No other sound succeeds; but ceasing here, Thou art not the beginning nor the end.
Among these fallen, Saturn's voice therefrom From chaos and parental darkness came

organ, that begins anew

Light, the first-fruits of that intestine broil,
Its strain, when other harmonies, stopt short, That sullen ferment, which for wondrous ends
Leave the dinn'd air vibrating silverly.

Was ripening in itself. The ripe hour came, Thus grew it up—“ Not in my own sad breast, And with it light, and light, engendering Which is its own great judge and searcher out, Upon its own producer, forth with touch'd Can I find reason why ye should be thus :

The whole enormous matter into life. Not in the legends of the first of days,

Upon that very hour, our parentage, Studied from that old spirit-leaved book

The Heavens and the Earth, were manifest Which starry Uranus with finger bright

Then thou first-born, and we the giant-ruce, Saved from the shores of darkness, when the waves Found ourselves ruling new and beauteous realms Low-ebb'd still hid it up in shallow gloom ; Now comes the pain of truth, to whom 'tis pain, And the which book ye know I ever kept

O folly! for to bear all naked truths, For my firm-based footstool :~Ah, infirm!

And to envisage circumstance, all calm, Not there, nor in sign, symbol, or portent

That is the top of sovereignty. Mark well! Of element, earth, water, air, and fire,

As Heaven and Earth are fairer, fairer far At war, at peace, or inter-quarrelling

Than Chaos and blank Darkness, though once chief One against one, or two, or three, or all

And as we show beyond that Heaven and Earth Each several one against the other three,

In form and shape compact and beautiful, As fire with air loud warring when rain-floods In will, in action free, companionship, Drown both, and press them both against earth's face, And thousand other signs of purer life; Where, finding sulphur, a quadruple wrath

So on our heels a fresh perfection treads, Unhinges the poor world ;-not in that strife, A power more strong in beauty, born of us Wherefrom I take strange lore, and read it deep,

And fated to excel us, as we pass
Can I find reason why ye should be thus:

In glory that old Darkness : nor are we
No, nowhere can unriddle, though I search, Thereby more conquer'd than by us the rule
And pore on Nature's universal scroll

Or shapeless Chaos. Say, doth the dull soil
Even to swooning, why ye, Divinities,

Quarrel with the proud forests it hath fed, The first-born of all shaped and palpable Gods, And feedeth still, more comely than itself? Should cower beneath what, in comparison, Can it deny the chiefdom of green groves? Is untremendous might. Yet yo are here,

Or shall the tree be envious of the dove O’erwhelm’d, and spurn’d, and batter'd, ye are here! Because it cooeth, and hath snowy wings 0 Titans, shall I say ‘Arise!'-Ye groan:

To wander wherewithal and find its joys? Shall I say.Crouch!'-Ye groan. What can I then? We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs O Heaven wide! ( unseen parent dear!

Have bred forth, not pale solitary doves, What can I? Tell me, all ye brethren Gods, But eagles golden-feather'd, who do tower How we can war, how engine our great wrath! Above us in their beauty, and must reign O speak your counsel now, for Saturn's ear

In right thereof; for 't is the eternal law
Is all a-hunger’d. Thou, Oceanus,

That first in beauty should be first in might:
Pouderest high and deep; and in thy face Yea, by that law, another race may drive
I see, astonied, that severe content

Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.
Which comes of thought and musing: give us help!" Have ye beheld the young God of the Seas,

My dispossessor? Have ye seen his face?

Ye would not call this too indulged tongue Have ye beheld his chariot, foam'd along

Presumptuous, in thus venturing to be heard !" By noble-winged creatures he hath made ? I saw him on the calmed waters scud, With such a glow of beauty in his eyes,

So far her voice flow'd on, like timorous brook That it enforced me to bid sad farewell

That, lingering along a pebbled coast, To all my empire : farewell sad I took,

Doth fear to meet the sea : but sea it met, And hither came, to see how dolorous fate

And shudder'd ; for the overwhelming voice Had wrought upon ye; and how I might best Of huge Enceladus swallow'd it in wrath : Give consolation in this woe extreme.

The ponderous syllables, like sullen waves
Receive the truth, and let it be your balm."

In the hall-glulted hollows of reef-rocks,
Came booming thus, while still upon his arm

He lean'd; not rising, from supreme contempt. Whether through pozed conviction, or disdain,

“ Or shall we listen to the over-wise, They guarded silence, when Oceanus

Or to the over-foolish giant, Gods? Lefi murmuring, what deepest thought can tell ?

Not thunderbolt on thunderbolı, till all But so it was, none answer'd for a space,

That rebel Jove's whole armory were spent, Save one whom none regarded, Clymene: And yet she answer'd not, only complain'd,

Not world on world upon these shoulders piled, With hectic lips, and eyes up-looking mild,

Could agonize me more than baby-words

In midst of this dethronement horrible. Thus wording timidly among the fierce : “O Father! I am here the simplest voice,

Speak! roar! shout! yell! ye sleepy Titans all. And all my knowledge is that joy is gone,

Do ye forget the blows, the buffels vile ? And this thing woe crept in among our hearts,

Are ye not smitten by a youngling arm ?

Dost thou forget, sham Monarch of the Waves, There to remain for ever, as I fear: I would not bode of evil, if I thought

Thy scalding in the seas? What! have I roused So weak a creature could turn off the help

Your spleens with so few simple words as these ? Which by just right should come of mighty Gods ;

O joy! for now I see ye are not lost: Yet let me tell my sorrow, let me tell

O joy! for now I see a thousand eyes Of what I heard, and how it made me weep,

Wide glaring for revenge!"-As this he said,

He lified up his stature vast, and stood, And know that we had parted from all hope.

Suill without intermission speaking thus : I stood upon a shore, a pleasant shore,

Now Where a sweet clime was breathed from a land

ye are flames, I'll tell you how to burn Of fragrance, quietness, and trees, and flowers

And purge the et of our enemies ;

How to feed fierce the crooked stings of fire, Full of calm joy it was, as I of grief; Too full of joy and soft delicious warmth ;

And singe away the swollen clouds of Jove, So that I felt a movement in my heart

Sulling that puny essence in jis tent.

O let him feel the evil he hath done;
To chide, and to reproach that solitude

For though I scorn Oceanus's lore,
With songs of misery, music of our woes ;
And sat me down, and took a mouthed shell

Much pain have i for more than loss of realms And murmur'd into it, and made melody

The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled;

Those days, all innocent of scathing war,
O melody no more! for while I sang,

When all the fair Existences of heaven
And with poor skill let pass into the breeze
The dull shell's echo, from a bowery strand

Came open-eyed to guess what we would speak

That was before our brows were taught to frown, Just opposite, an island of the sea, There came enchantment with the shifting wind,

Before our lips knew else but solemn sounds; That did both drown and keep alive my ears.

That was before we knew the winged thing, I threw my shell away upon the sand,

Victory, might be lost, or might be won. And a wave fill'd it, as my sense was fillid

And be ye inindful that Hyperion, With that new blissful golden melody.

Our brightest brother, still is undisgraced.
A living death was in each gush of sounds,

Ilyperion, lo! his radiance is here!"
Each family of rapturous hurried notes,
That fell, one after one, yet all at once,

All eyes were on Enceladus's face,
Like pearl beads dropping sudden from their string : And they beheld, while still Hyperion's name
And then another, then another sirain,

Flew from his lips up to the vaulted rocks, Each like a dove leaving its olive perch,

A pallid gleam across his features stern: With music wing'd instead of silent plumes, Not savage, for he saw full many a God To hover round my head, and make me sick Wroth as himself. He look'd upon them all, Of joy and grief at once. Grief overcame, And in each face he saw a gleam of light, And I was stopping up my frantic ears,

But splendider in Saturn's, whose hoar locks When, past all hindrance of my trembling hands, Shone like the bubbling foam about a keel A voice came sweeter, sweeter than all tune, When the prow sweeps into a midnight cove. And still it cried, “Apollo! young Apollo !

In pale and silver silence they remain'd, The morning-bright Apollo! young Apollo!" Till suddenly a splendor, like the morn, I fled, it follow'd me, and cried, •Apollo!'

Pervaded all the beetling gloomy steeps,
O Father, and O Brethren! had ye felt

All the sad spaces of oblivion,
Those pains of mine! 0 Saturn, hadst thou felt, And every gulf, and every chasm old,

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