And they are gone: ay, ages long While his bowed head seemed listening to the Earth, His ancient mother, for some comfort yet. 20 It seemed no force could wake him from Thy thunder, conscious of the new comhis place; But there came one, who with a kindred hand Touched his wide shoulders, after bending low With reverence, though to one who knew it Achilles by the hair and bent his neck; Pedestaled haply in a palace court, mand, бо Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house; And thy sharp lightning in unpractised hands Scorches and burns our once serene do And all the gloom 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: "O tender spouse of gold Hyperion, Thea, I feel thee ere I see thy face; 95 Look up, and let me see our doom in it; Thea! Thea! Thea! where is Saturn?" This passion lifted him upon his feet, 135 And made his hands to struggle in the air, His Druid locks to shake and ooze with sweat, His eyes to fever out, his voice to cease. He stood, and heard not Thea's sobbing deep; Of Saturn; tell me, if this wrinkling brow, Naked and bare of its great diadem, 101 Peers like the front of Saturn. Who had power To make me desolate? whence came the A little time, and then again he snatched strength? 139 Utterance thus:-"But cannot I create? 145 115 Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starred, and lorn of light; Space regioned with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. 120 A certain shape or shadow, making way Be of ripe progress-Saturn must be 125 Stood full blown, for the God to enter in. He entered, but he entered full of wrath; His flaming robes streamed out beyond his heels, And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire, 215 Glared a blood-red through all its thou- That scared away the meek ethereal Why do I know ye? why have I seen ye? why Is Am I to leave this haven of my rest, 235 I cannot see-but darkness, death and darkness. Which sages and keen-eyed astrologers Then living on the earth, with laboring thought Won from the gaze of many centuries: 280 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 orb Possessed for glory, two fair argent wings, Ever exalted at the God's approach: 285 And now, from forth the gloom their plumes immense Rose, one by one, till all outspreaded were; While still the dazzling globe maintained eclipse, Awaiting for Hyperion's command. Fain would he have commanded, fain took throne 200 |