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

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;

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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? Utterance thus:-"But cannot I create? How was it nurtured to such bursting Cannot I form? Cannot I fashion forth forth, While Fate seemed strangled in my

Another world, another universe,
To overbear and crumble this to nought?
Where is another chaos? Where?"-That
word

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The Titans fierce, self-hid, or prisonbound,

Groaned for the old allegiance once more, And listened in sharp pain for Saturn's voice.

But one of the whole mammoth-brood still
kept

His sovereignty, and rule, and majesty; 165
Blazing Hyperion on his orbèd fire

Still sat, snuffed the incense, teeming up
From man to the sun's God; yet un-

secure:

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

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

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wide:

And still they were the same bright, patient stars.

And at the fruits thereof what shapes they Until it ceased; and still he kept them be, Distinct, and visible; symbols divine, Manifestations of that beauteous life Diffused unseen throughout eternal space; Of these new-formed art thou, O brightest child!

Pale wox I, and in vapors hid my face.
Art thou, too, near such doom? vague fear
there is:

For I have seen my sons most unlike Gods.
Divine ye were created, and divine
In sad demeanor, solemn, undisturbed, 330
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!

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Sad sign of ruin, sudden dismay, and fall!
Yet do thou strive; as thou art capable,
As thou canst move about, an evident
God;

And canst oppose to each malignant hour
Ethereal presence:-I am but a voice; 340
My life is but the life of winds and tides;
No more than winds and tides can I
avail:-

Then with a slow incline of his broad

breast,

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Like to a diyer in the pearly seas,
Forward he stooped over the airy shore,
And plunged all noiseless into the deep
night.

But thou canst.-Be thou therefore in the WHEN I HAVE FEARS THAT I MAY

van

Of circumstance; yea, seize the arrow's

barb

Before the tense string murmur.-To the

earth!

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CEASE TO BE

When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,

For there thou wilt find Saturn, and his Before high pilèd books, in charact'ry,

Hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain;

When I behold, upon the night's starred