And so, when harbored in the sleepy Through bowers of fragrant and en Then, as was wont, his palace-door flew To see and to behold these horrors new? 235 Saturn is fallen, am I too to fall? Of all my lucent empire? It is left 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 Distinct, and visible, - symbols divine, Manifestations of that beauteous life Diffused unseen throughout eternal space! Of these new-formed art thou, O brightest child! And of thy seasons be a careful nurse." Ere half this region-whisper had come down, Of these, thy brethren and the god- Hyperion arose, and on the stars 320 desses! 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 his head! 325 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 335 350 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 Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings, Hyperion slid into the rustled air, And Saturn gained with Thea that sad place Where Cybele and the bruised Titans mourned. It was a den where no insulting light 5 Could glimmer on their tears; where their own groans They felt, but heard not, for the solid 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 forlorn moor, 35 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 neighbor gave Or word, or look, or action of despair. 40 60 For she was prophesying of her glory; wroth, 65 To hide themselves in forms of beast and bird. Nor far hence Atlas; and beside him prone Phorcus, the sire of Gorgons. Neighbored close 75 Oceanus, and Tethys, in whose lap No shape distinguishable, more than when |