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As when, upon a tranced summer-night, hose green-robed senators of mighty woods, all oaks, branch-charm'd by the earnest stars, ream, and so dream all night without a stir, ave from one gradual solitary gust 'hich comes upon the silence, and dies off, s if the ebbing air had but one wave: o came these words and went; the while in tears he touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, 1st where her falling hair might be outspread soft and silken inat for Saturn's feet. ne moon, with alteration slow, had shed !er silver seasons four upon the night, nd still these two were postured motionless, ike natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, and the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: -Intil at length old Saturn lifted up lis faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the tiloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake as with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady: 0 tender spouse of gold livperion, Thea, I feel thee ere I see thy face; Look up, and let me see our doom in it; Look up, and tell me if this feeble shape Is Saturn's; tell me, if thou hear'st the voice Of Saturn; tell me, if this wrinkling brow, Naked and bare of its great diaden, Peers like the front of Saturn. Who had power To make me desolate? whence came the strength How was it nurtured to such bursting forth, while Fate seem'd strangled in my nervous grasp? But it is so; and I am smother'd up, And buried from all godlike exercise Of influence benign on planets pale, Of admonitions to the winds and seas, Of peaceful sway above man's harvesting, And all those acts which Deity supreme Doth case its heart of love in.—I am gone Away from my own bosom : I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterme, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light: Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell.— Search, Thea, search' and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess | A heaven he lost erewhile; it must—it must Be of ripe progress—Saturn must be King. Yes, there must be a golden victory; There must be Gods thrown down, and trumpets blown Of triumph calm, and hymns of festival Upon the told clouds metropolitan, Voices of soft proclaim, and silver stir Of strings in hollow shells; and there shall be Beautiful things made new, for the surprise Of the sky-children; I will give command: Thea. Thea: Thea" where is Saturn

This passion lifted him upon his feet, And made his hands to struggle in the air,

Ilis Druid locks to shake and ooze with sweat,
His eyes to fever out, his voice to cease.
Ile stood, and heard not Thea's sobbing deep;
A little time, and then again he snatch'd
Utterance thus:–. But cannot I create?
Cannot I form 2 Cannot I fashion fortli
Another world, another universe,
To overbear and crumble this to nought?
Where is another chaos? Where?» –That word
Found way unto Olympus, and made quake
The rebel three.—Thea was startled up,
And in her bearing was a sort of hope,
As thus she quick-voiced spake, yet full of awe.

“This cheers our fallen house : come to our friends,
O Saturn! come away, and give thern heart;
I know the covert, for thence came I liither.”
Thus brief; then with beseeching eyes she went
With backward footing through the shade a space:
He follow'd, and she turn'd to lead the way
Through aged boughs, that yielded like the mist
Which eagles cleave, upmounting from their nest.

Meanwhile in other realms big tears were shed,
More sorrow like to this, and such like woe,
Too huge for mortal tongue or pen of scribe:
The Titans fierce, self-hid, or prison-bound,
Groan d for the old allegiance once more,
And listen’d in sharp pain for Saturn's voice.
But one of the whole mannoth-brood still kept
His sov’reignty, and rule, and majesty;-
Blazing Ilyperion on his orbed fire
Still sat, still snuff'd the incense, teeming up
From man to the sun's God; yet unsecure :
For as among us mortals omens drear
Fright and perplex, so also shudder'd he—
Not at dog's howl, or gloom-bird's hated screech,
Or the familiar visiting of one
Upon the first toll of his passing-bell,
Or prophecyings of the laidnight lamp;
But horrors, portion'd to a giant nerve,
Oft made Ilyperion ache. His palace bright,
Bastion'd with pyramids of glowing gold,
And touch'd with shade of bronzed obelisks,
Glared a blood-red through all its thousand courts,
Arches, and dones, and fiery galleries;
And all its curtains of Aurorian clouds
Flush'd angerly: while sometimes eagles' wings,
Unseen before by Gods or wondering men,
Darken'd the place; and neighing steeds were heard,
Not heard before by Gods or wondering men.
Also, when he would taste the spicy wreaths
Of incense, breathed aloft from sacred hills,
Instead of sweets, his ample palate took
Savour of poisonous brass and metal sick:
And so, when harbour'd in the sleepy west,
After the full completion of fair day,+
For rest divine upon exalted couch,
And slumber in the arms of melody,
He paced away the pleasant hours of ease
With stride colossal, on from hall to hall;
While far within each aisle and deep recess,
His winged minions in close clusters stood,
Amazed and full of fear; like anxious meu
Who on wide plains gather in panting troops,
When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers.
Even now, while Saturn, roused from icy trance,

Went step for step with Thea through the woods,
Hyperion, leaving twilight in the rear,
Came slope upon the threshold of the west;
Then, as was wont, his palace-door flew ope
In smoothed silence, save what solemn tubes,
Blown by the serious Zephyrs, gave of sweet
And wandering sounds, slow-breathed melodies;
And like a rose in vermeil tint and shape,
In fragrance soft, and coolness to the eye,
That inlet to severe magnificence
Stood full blown, for the God to enter in.

He enter'd, but he enter'd full of wrath; His flaming robes stream'd out beyond his hecla, And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire, That scared away the meek ethereal Hours And made their dove-wings tremble. On he slared, From stately nave to nave, from vault to vault, Through bowers of fragrant and enwreathed light, And diamond-paved lustrous long arcades, Until he reach'd the great main cupola; There standing fierce beneath, he stampt his foot, And from the basements deep to the high towers Jarr'd his own golden region; and before The quavering thunder thereupon had ceased, His voice leapt out, despite of godlike curb, To this result: ... O dreams of day and night! O monstrous forms! O effigies of pain! 0 spectres busy in a cold, cold Bloom' O lank-ear'd Phantoms of black-weeded pools' Why do I know yet why have I seen ye? why Is my etermal essence thus distraught To see and to behold these horrors new Saturn is fallen, am I too to fall? Am I to leave this haven of my rest, This cradle of my glory, this soft clime, This calm luxuriance of blissful light, These crystalline pavilions, and pure fanes, Of all my lucent empire? It is left Deserted, void, nor any haunt of mine. The blaze, the splendour, and the symmetry, I cannot see—but darkness, death and darkness. Even here, into my centre of repose, The shady visions come to domineer, Insult, and blind, and stifle up my pompFall —No, by Tellus and her briny robes' Over the fiery frontier of my realms I will advance a terrible right arm Shall scare that infant thunderer, rebel Jove, And bid old Saturn take his throne again. •– He spake, and ceased, the while a heavier threat Held struggle with his throat, but came not forth ; For as in theatres of crowded men Hubbub increases more they call out • Hush!” So at Hyperion's words the Phantoms pale Bestirr'd themselves, thrice horrible and cold : And from the mirror'd level where he stood A mist arose, as from a scummy marsh. At this, through all his bulk an agony Crept gradual, from the feet unto the crown, Like a lithe serpent vast and muscular Making slow way, with head and neck convulsed From over-strained might. Released, he fled To the eastern gates, and full six dewy hours Before the dawn in season due should blush, He breathed fierce breath against the sleepy portals,

Clear'd them of heavy vapours, burst thern wide
Suddenly on the ocean's chilly streams.
The planet orb of fire, whereon he rode
Each day from east to west the heavens through,
Spun round in sable curtaining of ciouds;
Not therefore veiled quite, blindfold, and hio.
But ever and amon the glancing spheres,
Circles, and arcs, and broad-belting colure.
Glow'd through, and wrought upon the unuffling dari
Sweet-shaped lightnings from the nadir deep
Up to the zenith, hieroglyphics old,
Which sages and keen-eyed astrologers
Then living on the earth, with labouring thought
Won from the gaze of many centuries :
Now lost, save what we find on remnants huge
Of stone, or marble swart; their import gone.
Their wisdom long since fled. —Two wings this oth
Possess'd for glory, two fair argent wings,
Ever exalted at the God's approach:
And now, from forth the gloom their plumes rumoro-
Rose, one by one, till all outspreaded were:
While still the dazzling globe inaintain’d colipse,
Awaiting for Hyperion's command.
Fain would he have commanded, fain took throne
And bid the day begin, if but for change.
Ile might not :—No, though a primeval God
The sacred seasons might not be disturb’d.
Therefore the operations of the dawn
Stay'd in their birth, even as here "t is told.
Those silver wings expanded sisterly,
Eager to sail their orb; the porches wide
Open'd upon the dusk demesnes of night;
And the bright Titan, frenzied with new woes,
Unused to bend, by hard compulsion bent
His spirit to the sorrow of the time;
And all along a dismal rack of clouds,
Upon the boundaries of dav and night,
He stretch'd himself in grief and radiance faint
There as he lay, the Heaven with its stars
Look'd down on him with pity, and the voice
Of Coelus, from the universal space,
Thus whisper'd low and solemn in his ear.
• O brightest of my children dear, earth-born
And sky-engender'd, Son of Mysterics!
All unrevealed even to the powers
Which met at thy creating! at whose joys
And palpitations sweet, and pleasures soft,
!, Coelus, wonder, how they came and whence.
And at the fruits thereof what shapes they be.
Distinct, and visible; symbols divine,
Manifestations of that beauteous life
Diffused unscen throughout eternal space,
; Of these new-form'd art thou, oh brighter child

Of these, thy brethren and the Goddesses :
| There is sad feud among ye, and rebellion
of son against his sire. I saw him fall,
I saw my first-born tumbled from his throne.'
To me his arms were spread, to me his voice
Found way from forth the thunders round hrs head
Pale wox I, and in vapours hid my face.
Art thou, too, near such doom vague fear there -
For I have seen my sons most unlike Gouis-
Divine ye were created, and divine
In sad demeanour, solemn, undisturb’d.
Unruffled, like high Gods, ye lived and ruled .
Now I behold in you fear, hope, and wrath.

Actions of rage and passion; even as
I see them, on the mortal world beneath,
In men who die.—This is the grief, O Son!
Sad sign of ruin, sudden dismay, and fall !
Yet do thou strive; as thou art capable,
As thou canst nove about, an evident God;
And canst oppose to cach malignant hour
s.thereal presence : —I am but a voice;
My life is but the life of winds and tides,
No more than winds and tides can l avail:—
lout thou canst.—Be thou therefore in the van
of circumstance; yea, scize the arrow's barb
Before the tense string murmur.—To the earth!
For there thou wilt find Saturn, and his woes.
Meantime I will keep watch on thy bright sun,
And of thy seasons be a careful nurse.”—
Ere half this region-whisper had come down,
ityperion arose, and on the stars
lifted his curved lids, and kept them wide
Until it ceased; and still he kept then wide:
And still they were the same bright, patient stars.
Then with a slow incline of his broad breast,
Like to a diver in the pearly seas,
Forward he stoop'd over the airy shore,
And plunged all noiseless into the deep night.


Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings
Hyperion slid into the rustled air,
And Saturn sain'd with Thea that sad place
Where Cybele and the bruised Titans mourn'd.
It was a den where no insulting light
Could glimmer on their tears; where their own groans
They felt, but heard not, for the solid roar
Of thunderous waterfalls and torrents hoarse,
Pouring a constant bulk, uncertain where.
Crag jutting forth to crag, and rocks that seem'd
Ever as if just rising from a sleep,
Forehead to forehead held their monstrous horns;
And thus in thousand hugest phantasies
Made a fit roofing to this nest of woe.
Instead of thrones, hard flint they sat upon,
Couches of rugs!ed stone, and slaty ridge
Stubborn'd with iron. All were not assembled :
Some chain'd in torture, and some wandering.
Coeus, and Gyges, and Briareils,
Typhon, and Dolor, and Porphyrion,

With many more, the brawniest in assault,
Were pent in regions of laborious breath;
Dungeon'd in opaque element, to keep
Their clenched teeth still clench'd, and all their liol's
Lock'd up like veins of metal, crampt and screw'd;
Without a motion, save of their bit; hearts
Heaving in pain, and horribly convulsed
With sanguine, feverous, boiling Burge of pulse.
Mnemosyne was straying in the world :
Far from her moon had Phoebe wander'd;
And many else were free to roam abroad,
But for the main, here found they covert drear.
Scarce images of life, one here, one there,
Lay vast and edgeways; like a dismal cirque
of Druid stones, upon a sorlorn moor,

When the chill rain begins at shut of eve,
In dull November, and their chancel vault,
The Ileaven itself, is blinded throughout night.
loach one kept shroud, nor to his neighbour gave
or word, or look, or action of despair.
Creis was one; his ponderous iron mace
Lay by him, and a shatter'd rib of rock
Told of his rage, cre lic thus sank and pined.
Iapetus another; in his grasp,
A serpent's plashy neck; its barbed tongue
Squeezed from the gorge, and all its uncurl’d length
Dead; and because the creature could not spit
its poison in the eyes of conquering Jove.
Next Cottus: prone he lay, chin uppermost,
As though in pain; sor still upon the slint
He ground severe his skull, with open mouth
And eyes at horrid working. Nearest him
Asia, born of most enormous Caf,
Who cost her mother Tellus keener pangs,
Though feminine, than any of her sons:
More thought than woe was in her dusky face,
For she was prophesying of her glory;
And in her wide imagination stood
Palm-shaded temples, and high rival fancs,
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 clse,
Shadow’d Enceladus; once tame and mild
As grazing ox unworried in the meads;
Now tiger-passion'd, lion-thoughted, wroth,
He meditated, plotted, and even now
Was hurling mountains in that second war,
Not long delay'd, that scared the younger Gods
To hide themselves in forms of heast and bird.
Not far hence Atlas; and beside him prone
Phorcus, the sire of Gorgons. Neighbour'd close
Oceanus, and Tethys, in whose lap
Sobb'd Clymene among her tangled hair.
In midst of all lay Themis, at the feet
Of Ops the queen all clouded round from sight;
No shape distinguishable, more than when
Thick night confounds the pine-tops with the clouds:
And many else whose names may not be told.
For when the Muse's wings are air-ward spread,
who shall delay her flight? And she must chaunt
Of Saturn, and his guide, who now had climb'd
With damp and slippery footing from a depth
More horrid still. Above a sombre cliff
Their heads appear'd, and up their stature grew
Till on the level height their steps found ease:
Then Thea spread abroad her trembling arms
Upon the precincts of this nest of pain,
And sidelong fix'd her eye on Saturn's face:
There saw she direst strife; the supreme God
At war with all the frailty of grief,
of rage, of fear, anxiety, revenge,
Remorse, spleen, hope, but most of all despair.
Against these plagues he strove in vain; for Fate
had pour'd a mortal oil upon his head,
A disanointing poison: so that Thea,
Affrighted, kept her still, and let him pass
First onwards in, among the fallen tribe.


As with us mortal men, the laden heart Is persecuted more, and fever'd more, When it is nighing to the mournful house Where other hearts are sick of the same bruise; So Saturn, as he walk'd into the midst, Felt faint, and would have sunk among the rest, But that he met Enceladus's eve, Whose mightiness, and awe of him, at once Came like an inspiration; and he shouted, • Titans, behold your God!» at which some groan'd; Some started on their feet; some also shouted; Some wept, some wail'd—all bow’d with reverence; And Ops, uplifting her black folded veil, Show'd her pale cheeks, and all her forehead wan, Iler eye-brows thin and jet, and hollow eyes. There is a roaring in the bleak-&rown pines When Winter lifts his voice; there is a noise Among immortals when a God gives sign, With hushing singer, how he means to load

His tongue with the full weight of utterless thought, .

With thunder, and with music, and with pomp:
Such noise is like the roar of hleak-grown pines;
Which, when it ceases in this mountain'd world,
No other sound succeeds; but ceasing here,
Among these fallen, Saturn's voice therefrom
Grew up like organ, that begins anew
Its strain, when other harmonies, stopt short,
Leave the dinn'd air vibrating silverly.
Thus grew it up—- Not in my own sad breast,
Which is its own great judge and searcher out,
Can I find reason why ve should be thus:
Not in the legends of the first of days,
Studied from that old spirit-leaved book
Which starry Uranus with finger bright
Saved from the shores of darkness, when the waves
Low-ebb'd still hid it up in shallow gloom;-
And the which book ye know I ever kept
For my firm-based footstool:—Ah, infirm
Not there, nor in sign, symbol, or portent
Of element, earth, water, air, and fire,
At war, at peace, or inter-quarrelling
One against one, or two, or three, or all
Each several one against the other three,
As fire with air loud warring when rain-floods
Drown both, and press them both against earth's face,
Where, finding sulphur, a quadruple wrath
Unhinges the poor world;—not in that strife,
Wherefrom I take strange lore, and read it deep,
Can I find reason why ye should be thus:
No, no-where can unriddle, though I search,
And pore on Nature's universal scroll
Even to swooning, why ye, Divinities,
The first-born of all shaped and palpable Gods,
Should cower beneath what, in comparison,
ls untremendous might. Yet ye are here,
O'erwhelm’d, and spurn'd, and batter’d, ye are here!
O Titans, shall I say “Arise"—Ye groan:
Shall I say “Crouch"—Ye groan. What can I then?
O Heaven wide! O unseen parent dear!
What can I? Tell me, all ye brethren Gods,
How we can war, how engine our great wrath!
0 speak your counsel now, for Saturn's ear
Is all a-hunger'd. Thou, Oceanus,
Ponderest high and deep; and in thy face
I see, astonied, that severe content
Which comes of thought and musing: give us help!.

So ended Saturn; and the God of the Sea. Sophist and sage, from no Athenian grove, łut cogitation in his watery shades, Arose, with locks not oozy, and began. In murmurs, which his first-endeavouring tongue Caught infant-like from the far-foam'd sands. - O ye, whom wrath consumes' who, passion--turg, Writle at defeat, and nurse your agonies: Shut up your senses, stifle up your ears, My voice is not a bellows unto ire. Yet listen, ye who will, whilst I bring proof How ye, perforce, must be content to stoop : And in the proof much comfort will 1 give. If ye will take that comfort in its truth. We fall by course of Nature's law, not force Of thunder, or of Jove. Great Saturn, thou Hast sifted well the atom-universe; But for this reason, that thou art the King, And only blind from sheer supremacy, One avenue was shaded from thine eyes, Through which I wander'd to eternal truth. And first, as thou wast not the first of powers, So art thou not the last; it cannot be. Thou art not the beginning nor the end. From chaos and parental darkness came Light, the first fruits of that intestine brotl. That sullen ferment, which for wondrous ends Was ripening in itself. The ripe hour came, And with it light, and light, entendering Upon its own producer, forthwith touch'd The whole enormous matter into life. Upon that very hour, our parentage, The Heavens and the Earth, were manifest : Then thou first-born, and we the giant-race. Found ourselves ruling new and beauteous realin. Now comes the pain of truth, to whom t is pain. 0 folly! for to bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm. That is the top of sovereignty. Mark well: As Heaven and Earth are fairer, fairer far Than Chaos and blank Darkness, though once clief, And as we show beyond that Heaven and Earth In form and shape compact and beautiful, In will, in action free, companionship. And thousand other signs of purer ife; So on our heels a fresh perfection treads, A power more strong in beauty, born of us And fated to excel us, as we pass In glory that old Darkness: nor are we Thereby more conquer'd than by us the rule Of shapeless Chaos. Say, doth the dull soil Quarrel with the proud forests it hath fed, And feedeth still, more comely than itself" Can it deny the chiefdom of green groves Or shall the tree be envious of the dove Because it cooeth, and hath snowy wings To wander wherewithal and find its joys! We are such forest-trees, and our fair boughs Have bred forth, not pale solitary doves, But eagles golden-feather'd, who do tower Above us in their beauty, and must reign In right thereof; for "t is the eternal law That first in beauty should be first in mightYea, by that law, another race may drive Our conquerors to mourn as we do now slave ye beheld the young God of the Seas,

My dispossessor? Have ye seen his face?
Have ye beheld his chariot, foam'd along
By noble winged creatures he hath made?
I saw him on the calmed waters scud,
With such a glow of beauty in his eyes,
That it enforced me to bid sad farewell
To all my empire : farewell sad I took,
And hither came, to see how dolorous fate
Had wrought upon ye; and how I might best
Give consolation in this woe extreme.
Receive the truth, and let it be your balm.”

Whether through pozed conviction, or disdain, They guarded silence, when Oceanus Left murmuring, what deepest thought can tell? But so it was, none answer'd for a space, Save one whom none regarded, Clymene: And yet she answer'd not, only complain'd, With hectic lips, and eyes up-looking mild, Thus wording timidly among the fierce: • O Father I am here the simplest voice, And all my knowledge is that joy is gone, And this thing woe crept in among our hearts, There to remain for ever, as I fear : I would not bode of evil, if I thought So weak a creature could turn off the help Which by just right should come of mighty Gods; Yet let me tell my sorrow, let me tell Of what I heard, and how it made me weep, And know that we had parted from all hope. I stood upon a shore, a pleasant shore, Where a sweet clime was breathed from a land Of fragrance, quietness, and trees, and slowers. Full of calm joy it was, as I of grief; Too full of joy and soft delicious warmth ; So that I felt a movement in my heart To chide, and to reproach that solitude With songs of misery, music of our woes; And sat me down, and took a mouthed shell And murmur'd into it, and made melody— O melody no more! for while I sang, And with poor skill let pass into the breeze The dull shell's echo, from a bowery strand Just opposite, an island of the sea, There came enchantment with the shifting wind, That did both drown and keep alive my ears. I threw my shell away upon the sand, And a wave fill'd it, as my sense was fill'd With that new blissful golden melody. A living death was in each gush of sounds, Each family of rapturous hurried notes, That fell, one after one, yet all at once,

Like pearl beads dropping sudden from their string :

And then another, then another strain,
Each like a dove leaving its olive perch,
With music wing'd instead of silent plumes,
To hover round my head, and make me sick
of joy and grief at once. Grief overcame,
And I was stopping up my frantic ears,
When, past all hindrance of my trembling hands,
A voice came sweeter, sweeter than all tune,
And still it cried, ‘Apollo! young Apollo!

The morning-bright Apollo! young Apollo"
I sled, it follow'd me, and cried ‘Apollo!'
'' Father, and O Brethren! had ye felt
Those pains of mine! O Saturn, hadst thon felt,

Ye would not call this too indulged tongue Presumptuous, in thus venturing to be heard!"

So far her voice flow'd on, like timorous brook That, lingering along a pebbled coast, Doth fear to meet the sea : but sea it met, And shudder'd; for the overwhelming voice Of huge Enceladus swallow'd it in wrath: The ponderous syllables, like sullen waves In the half-glutted hollows of reef-rocks, Came booming thus, while still upon his arm He lean'd; not rising, from supreme contempt. • Or shall we listen to the over-wise, Or to the over-foolish giant, Gods? Not thunderbolt on thunderbolt, till all That rebel Jove's whole armoury were spent, Not world on world upon these shoulders piled, Could agonize me more than baby-words In midst of this dethronement horrible. Speak! roar! shout! yell! ye sleepy Titans all. Do ye forget the blows, the buffets vile? Are ye not smitten by a youngling arm? Dost thou forget, sham Monarch of the Waves, Thy scalding in the seas: What! have I roused Your spleens with so few simple words as these? O joy! for now I see ye are not lost: O joy! for now I see a thousand eyes Wide glaring for revenge!"—As this he said, He lifted up his stature vast, and stood, Still without intermission speaking thus: « Now ye are flames, I'll tell you how to burn, And purge the ether of our enemies; How to feed fierce the crooked stings of fire, And singe away the swollen clouds of Jove, Stifling that puny essence in its tent. O let him feel the evil he hath done; For though I scorn Oceanus's lore, Much pain have I for more than loss of realms: The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled; Those days, all innocent of scathing war, When all the fair Existences of heaven Came open-eyed to guess what we would speak:That was before our brows were taught to frown, Before our lips knew else but solemn sounds; That was before we knew the winged thing, Victory, might be lost, or might be won. And be ve mindful that Hyperion, Our brightest brother, still is undisgraced– Hyperion, lo! his radiance is here!

All eyes were on Enceladus's face, And they beheld, while still Hyperion's name Flew from his lips up to the vaulted rocks, A pallid gleam across his features stern : Not savage, for he saw full many a God Wroth as himself. He look'd upon them all, And in each face he saw a gleam of light, But splendider in Saturn's, whose hoar locks Shone like the bubbling foam about a keel When the prow sweeps into a midnight cove. In pale and silver silence they remain'd, Till suddenly a splendour, like the morn, Pervaded all the beetling gloomy steeps, All the sad spaces of oblivion, And every gulf, and every chasm old,

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