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"Hark! 'tis an elfin-storm from faery That night the Baron dreamt of many land,

a woe, Of haggard seeming, but a boon indeed: And all his warrior-guests, with shade Arise-arise! the morning is at hand;

and form The bloated wassailers will never Of witch, and demon, and large coffinheed:


worm, Let us away, my love, with happy Were long be-nightmared. Angela the speed;


375 There are no ears to hear, or eyes to Died palsy-twitched, with meagre face see,

deform; Drowned all in Rhenish and the sleepy The Beadsman, after thousand avès mead:

told, Awake! arise! my love, and fearless be, For aye unsought for slept among his For o'er the southern moors I have a ashes cold. home for thee.”


HYPERION She hurried at his words, beset with fears,

A FRAGMENT For there were sleeping dragons all

BOOK I around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready Deep in the shady sadness of a vale spears

Far sunken from the healthy breath of Down the wide stairs a darkling way morn, they found.

355 Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one In all the house was heard no human sound.

Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, A chain-drooped lamp was flickering by Still as the silence round about his lair; 5 each door;

Forest on forest hung about his head The arras, rich with horseman, hawk, Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was and hound,

there, Fluttered in the besieging wind's up- Not so much life as on a summer's day roar;

Robs not one light seed from the feathered And the long carpets rose along the gusty grass, floor.

360 But where the dead leaf fell, there did it

rest. They glide, like phantoms, into the A stream went voiceless by, still deadened

wide hall; Like phantoms, to the iron porch they | By reason of his fallen divinity glide;

Spreading a shade: the Naiad 'mid her Where lay the Porter, in uneasy sprawl, reeds With a huge empty flagon by his side: | Pressed her cold finger closer to her lips. The wakeful bloodhound rose, and Along the margin-sand large footmarks shook his hide,

365 went, But his sagacious eye an inmate owns: No further than to where his feet had By one, and one, the bolts full easy strayed, slide

And slept there since. Upon the sodden The chains lie silent on the footworn ground stones;

His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, The key turns, and the door upon its dead, hinges groans.

Unsceptered; and his realmless eyes were

closed; And they are gone: ay, ages long While his bowed head seemed listening to ago


the Earth, These lovers fled away into the storm. His ancient mother, for some comfort yet.








It seemed no force could wake him from Thy thunder, conscious of the new comhis place;


бо But there came one, who with a kindred Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house; hand

And thy sharp lightning in unpractised Touched his wide shoulders, after bending hands low

Scorches and burns our once serene doWith reverence, though to one who knew it main. not.

25 O aching time! O moments big as years! She was a Goddess of the infant world; All as ye pass swell out the monstrous By her in stature the tall Amazon


65 Had stood a pigmy's height: she would And press it so upon our weary griefs have ta'en

That unbelief has not a space to breathe. Achilles by the hair and bent his neck; Saturn, sleep on: thoughtless, why Or with a finger stayed Ixion's wheel. 30 did I Her face was large as that of Memphian Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude? sphinx,

Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes? 70 Pedestaled haply in a palace court, Saturn, sleep on! while at thy feet I weep.” When sages looked to Egypt for their lore. As when, upon a trancèd summer night, But oh! how unlike marble was that face; Those green-robed senators of mighty How beautiful, if sorrow had not made 35 woods, Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self. Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest There was a listening fear in her regard, stars, As if calamity had but begun;

Dream, and so dream all night without a As if the vanward clouds of evil days

stir, Had spent their malice, and the sullen Save from one gradual solitary gust

40 Which comes upon the silence, and dies Was with its stored thunder laboring up. off, One hand she pressed upon that aching | As if the ebbing air had but one wave: spot

So came these words and went; the while Where beats the human heart, as if just in tears there,

She touched her fair large forehead to the Though an immortal, she felt cruel pain; ground,

80 The other upon Saturn's bended neck 45 Just where her falling hair might be outShe laid, and to the level of his ear

spread Leaning with parted lips, some words she A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet. spake

One moon, with alteration slow, had shed In solemn tenor and deep organ tone: Her silver seasons four upon the night, Some mourning words, which in our feeble And still these two were postured motiontongue


85 Would come in these like accents; oh how Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; frail

The frozen God still couchant on the To that large utterance of the early Gods! "Saturn, look up!-though wherefore, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: poor old King?

Until at length old Saturn lifted up I have no comfort for thee, no, not one: His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom I cannot say, 'O wherefore sleepest thou?' gone, For heaven is parted from thee, and the And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, earth

55 And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then Knows thee not, thus afflicted, for a spake, God;

As with a palsied tongue, and while his And ocean too, with all its solemn noise, beard Has from thy scepter passed; and all the Shook horrid with such aspen-malady: air

“O tender spouse of gold Hyperion, Is emptied of thine hoary majesty. Thea, I feel thee ere I see thy face;




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and let me see our doom in it; Thea! Thea! Thea! where is Saturn?” Look

up, and tell me if this feeble shape This passion lifted him upon his feet, 135 Is Saturn's; tell me, if thou hear'st the And made his hands to struggle in the air, voice

His Druid locks to shake and ooze with Of Saturn; tell me, if this wrinkling brow, sweat, Naked and bare of its great diadem, 101 His eyes to fever out, his voice to cease. Peers like the front of Saturn. Who had He stood, and heard not Thea's sobbing power


139 To make me desolate? whence came the A little time, and then again he snatched strength?

Utterance thus:-“But cannot I create? How was it nurtured to such bursting Cannot I form? Cannot I fashion forth forth,

Another world, another universe, While Fate seemed strangled in my To overbear and crumble this to nought? nervous grasp?


Where is another chaos? Where?”—That But it is so; and I am smothered up,


145 And buried from all godlike exercise Found way unto Olympus, and made Of influence benign on planets pale,

quake Of admonitions to the winds, and seas, The rebel three.—Thea was startled up, Of peaceful sway above man's harvest | And in her bearing was a sort of hope, ing,

As thus she quick-voiced spake, yet full of And all those acts which Deity supreme awe: Doth ease its heart of love in.-I am gone “This cheers our fallen house: come to Away from my own bosom: I have left our friends,

150 My strong identity, my real self,

O Saturn! come away, and give them Somewhere between the throne, and where heart; I sit

115 I know the covert, for thence came I Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, hither.” search!

Thus brief; then with beseeching eyes she Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them went round

With backward footing through the shade Upon all space: space starred, and lorn of

a space: light;

He followed, and she turned to lead the Space regioned with life-air; and barren


155 void;

Through agèd boughs, that yielded like the Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. 120 mist Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou Which eagles cleave upmounting from seest

their nest. A certain shape or shadow, making way Meanwhile in other realms big tears With wings or chariot fierce to repossess were shed, A heaven he lost erewhile: it must-it More sorrow like to this, and such like woe, must

Too huge for mortal tongue or pen of Be of ripe progress-Saturn must be

scribe; King.


The Titans fierce, self-hid, or prisonYes, there must be a golden victory;

bound, There must be Gods thrown down, and Groaned for the old allegiance once more, trumpets blown

And listened in sharp pain for Saturn's Of triumph calm, and hymns of festival voice. Upon the gold clouds metropolitan, But one of the whole mammoth-brood still Voices of soft proclaim, and silver stir 130 kept Of strings in hollow shells; and there His sovereignty, and rule, and majesty; 165 shall be

Blazing Hyperion on his orbèd fire Beautiful things made new, for the surprise Still sat, snuffed the incense, teeming up Of the sky-children; I will give com- From man to the sun's God; yet un









For as among us mortals omens drear In smoothest silence, save what solemn Fright and perplex, so also shuddered tubes,

Blown by the serious Zephyrs, gave of Not at dog's howl, or gloom-bird's hated sweet screech,

And wandering sounds, slow-breathèd Or the familiar visiting of one

melodies; Upon the first toll of his passing-bell, And like a rose in vermeil tint and shape, Or prophesyings of the midnight lamp; In fragrance soft, and coolness to the eye, But horrors, portioned to a giant nerve, 175

That inlet to severe magnificence Oft made Hyperion ache. His palace Stood full blown, for the God to enter in. bright,

He entered, but he entered full of wrath; Bastioned with pyramids of glowing gold, His flaming robes streamed out beyond his And touched with shade of bronzéd obe

heels, lisks,

And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire, 215 Glared a blood-red through all its thou- That scared away the meek ethereal sand courts,

Hours Arches, and domes, and fiery galleries; 180 And made their dove-wings tremble. On And all its curtains of Aurorian clouds

he flared, Flushed angerly: while sometimes eagle's From stately nave to nave, from vault to wings,

vault, Unseen before by Gods or wondering men, Through bowers of fragrant and enDarkened the place; and neighing steeds wreathed light, were heard,

And diamond-pavèd lustrous long arNot heard before by Gods or wondering cades,


Until he reached the great main cupola; Also, when he would taste the spicy There standing fierce beneath, he stamped wreaths

his foot, Of incense, breathed aloft from sacred And from the basements deep to the high hills,

towers Instead of sweets, his ample palate took Jarred his own golden region; and before Savor of poisonous brass and metal sick: The quavering thunder thereupon had And so, when harbored in the sleepy ceased,

225 west,

190 His voice leapt out, despite of godlike curb, After the full completion of fair day, - To this result: "O dreams of day and For rest divine upon exalted couch

night! And slumber in the arms of melody, O monstrous forms! O effigies of pain! He paced away the pleasant hours of ease O specters busy in a cold, cold gloom! With stride colossal, on from hall to hall; O lank-eared Phantoms of black-weeded While far within each aisle and deep re- pools!

230 cess,

196 Why do I know ye? why have I seen ye? His winged minions in close clusters stood, why Amazed and full of fear; like anxious men Is my eternal essence thus distraught Who on wide plains gather in panting To see and to behold these horrors new? troops,

Saturn is fallen; am I too to fall? When earthquakes jar their battlements Am I to leave this haven of my rest, 235 and towers.

This cradle of my glory, this soft clime, Even now, while Saturn, roused from icy This calm luxuriance of blissful light, trance,

These crystalline pavilions, and pure fanes, Went step for step with Thea through the Of all my lucent empire? It is left woods,

Deserted, void, nor any haunt of mine. 240 Hyperion, leaving twilight in the rear, The blaze, the splendor, and the symCame slope upon the threshold of the west; metry, Then, as was wont, his palace-door flew I cannot see—but darkness, death and ope





Even here,

into my center of repose, Which sages and keen-eyed astrologers The shady visions come to domineer, Then living on the earth, with laboring Insult, and blind, and stifle up my thought pomp..


Won from the gaze of many centuries: 280 Fall!-No, by Tellus and her briny robes! Now lost, save what we find on remnants Over the fiery frontier of my realms

huge I will advance a terrible right arm, Of stone, or marble swart; their import Shall scare that infant thunderer, rebel gone, Jove,

Their wisdom long since fled.—Two wings And bid old Saturn take his throne this orb again.”


Possessed for glory, two fair argent wings, He spake and ceased, the while a heavier Ever exalted at the God's approach: 285 threat

And now, from forth the gloom their Held struggle with his throat, but came plumes immense not forth;

Rose, one by one, till all outspreaded were; For as in theatres of crowded men

While still the dazzling globe maintained Hubbub increases more they call out eclipse, “Hush!”

Awaiting for Hyperion's command. So at Hyperion's words the Phantoms Fain would he have commanded, fain took pale


throne Bestirred themselves, thrice horrible and And bid the day begin, if but for change. cold;

He might not :-No, though a primeval And from the mirrored level where he stood God: A mist arose, as from a scummy marsh. The sacred seasons might not be disturbed. At this, through all his bulk an agony Therefore the operations of the dawn Crept gradual, from the feet unto the Stayed in their birth, even as here 'tis crown, 260 told.

295 Like a lithe serpent vast and muscular Those silver wings expanded sisterly, Making slow way, with head and neck con- Eager to sail their orb; the porches wide vulsed

Opened upon the dusk demesnes of night; From over-strainèd might. Released, he And the bright Titan, frenzied with new fled

woes, To the eastern gates, and full six dewy Unused to bend, by hard compulsion hours


300 Before the dawn in season due should His spirit to the sorrow of the time; blush,

And all along a dismal rack of clouds, He breathed fierce breath against the Upon the boundaries of day and night, sleepy portals,

He stretched himself in grief and radiance Cleared them of heavy vapors, burst them faint. wide

There as he lay, the Heaven with its Suddenly on the ocean's chilly streams.


305 The planet orb of fire, whereon he rode Looked down on him with pity, and the Each day from east to west the heavens voice through,

270 Of Colus, from the universal space, Spun round in sable curtaining of clouds; Thus whispered low and solemn in his Not therefore veilèd quite, blindfold, and hid,

“O brightest of my children dear, earthBut ever and anon the glancing spheres, born Circles, and arcs, and broad-belting colure, And sky-engendered, Son of Mysteries 310 Glowed through, and wrought upon the All unrevealèd even to the powers muffling dark


Which met at thy creating; at whose joys Sweet-shaped lightnings from the nadir And palpitations sweet, and pleasures soft, deep

I, Calus, wonder, how they came and Up to the Zenith, -hieroglyphics old,



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