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And made their dove-wings tremble. On he flared,
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 stamps 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!
O spectres busy in a cold, cold gloom!

O lank-ear'd Phantoms of black-weeded pools!
Why do I know ye? why have I seen ye? why
is my eternal 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 pomp—

Fall!—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 B 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 them 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 clouds;

Not therefore veiled quite, blindfold, and hid,

But ever and anon the glancing spheres,

Circles, and arcs, and broad-belting colure,

Glow'd through, and wrought upon the muffling dark

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 orb

Possessed for glory, two fair argent wings,

Ever exalted at the God's approach:

And now, from forth the gloom their plumes immense

Rose, one by one, till all outspreaded were;

While still die dazzling globe maintain'd eclipse,

Awaiting for Hyperion's command.

Fain would he have commanded, fain took throne

And bid the day begin, if but for change.

He might not:—No, though a primeval God:

The sacred seasons might not be disturb'd.

Therefore the operations of the dawn

Stsy'd in their birth, even as here 'tis 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 day and night,

He stretched 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 whispered low and solemn in his ear:

"O brightest of my children dear, earth- born

And sky-engender'd, Son of Mysteries!

All unrevealed even to the powers

Which met at thy creating! at whose joys

And palpitations sweet, and pleasures soft,

I, 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 unseen throughout eternal space;

Of these new-form'd art thou, oh brightest 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 firstborn tumbled from his throne!

To me his arms were spread, to me his voice

Found way from forth the thunders round his head!

Pale wox I, and in vapours 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 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 move about, an evident God,
And canst oppose to each malignant hour
Ethereal presence:—I am but a voice;
My life is but the life of winds and tides,—
No more than winds and tides can I avail:—
But thou canst.—Be thou therefore in the van
Of circumstance; yea, seize 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
Hyperion arose, and on the stars
Lifted his curved lids, and kept them wide
Until it ceased ; and still he kept them 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.

BOOK II.

Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings

Hyperion slid into the rustled air,

And Saturn gain'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 rugged stone, and slate ridge

Stubborn'd with iron. All were not assembled:

Some chain'd in torture, and some wandering.

Cams, and Gyges, and Briarelis,

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 clenched, and all their limbs

Lock'd up like veins of metal, cramped and screw'd;

Without a motion, save of their big hearts

Heaving in pain, and horribly convulsed

With sanguine, feverous, boiling gurge 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 fbrlorn moor,

When the chill rain begins at shut of eve,

In dull November, and their chancel vault,

The heaven itself, is blinded throughout night.

Each one kept shroud, nor to his neighbour gave

Or word or look, or action of despair.

Creiis was one; his ponderous iron mace

Lay by him, and a shattered rib of rock

Told of his rage, ere he 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.

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