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Of element, earth, water, air, and fire, 140 In murmurs, which his first-endeavoring At war, at peace, or inter-quarrelling

tongue One against one, or two, or three, or Caught infant-like from the far-foamèd all

sands. Each several one against the other three, “O ye, whom wrath consumes! who pasAs fire with air loud warring when rain

sion-stung, floods

Writhe at defeat, and nurse your agonies ! Drown both, and press them both against Shut up your senses, stifle up your ears: 175 earth's face,

My voice is not a bellows unto ire. Where, finding sulphur, a quadruple ,

a quadruple Yet listen, ye who will, whilst I bring wrath

proof Unhinges the poor world not in that How ye, perforce, must be content strife,

stoop; Wherefrom I take strange lore, and read And in the proof much comfort will I it deep,

give, Can I find reason why ye should be thus: If ye will take that comfort in its No, nowhere can unriddle, though I truth, search

We fall by course of Nature's law, And pore on Nature's universal scroll

force Even to swooning, why ye, Divinities, Of thunder, or of Jove. Great Saturn, The first-born of all shaped and palpable thou gods,

Hast sifted well the atom-universe. Should cower beneath what, in compar- But for this reason, that thou art the ison,

King, Is untremendous might.

And only blind from sheer supremacy, here,

One avenue was shaded from thine eyes, O’erwhelmed, and spurned, and battered, Through which I wandered to eternal

truth. O Titans, shall I say ‘Arise!'

And first, as thou wast not the first of Shall I say 'Crouch!' – Ye groan. What

powers, can I then ?

So art thou not the last; it cannot be: O Heaven wide! O unseen parent dear! Thou art not the beginning nor the What can I! — Tell me, all ye brethren

end. Gods,

From chaos and parental darkness came How we can war, how engine our great Light, the first fruits of that intestine wrath!

broil, O speak your counsel now, for Saturn's That sullen ferment, which for wondrous

ends Is all a-hungered. Thou, Oceanus, Was ripening in itself. The ripe hour Ponderest high and deep; and in thy face

came, I see, astonied, that severe content

And with it light; and light, engenderWhich comes of thought and musing: give ing us help!”

Upon its own producer, forthwith touched

The whole enormous matter into life. So ended Saturn; and the God of the Upon that very hour, our parentage, Sea,

The Heavens and the Earth, were maniSophist and sage, from no Athenian grove, fest: But cogitation in his watery shades, Then thou first-born, and we the giantArose, with locks not oozy, and began, 170 race,

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Found ourselves ruling new and beauteous

realms. Now comes the pain of truth, to whom

'tis pain, O folly! for to bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty. Mark

well! As Heaven and Earth are fairer, fairer

far Than Chaos and blank Darkness, though once chiefs;

we show beyond that Heaven and Earth, In form and shape compact and beau

tiful, In will, in action free, companionship, 210 And thousand other signs of purer life: So on our heels a fresh perfection treads, A power more strong in beauty, born of

Have

ye

beheld the young God of the Seas, My dispossessor? Have ye seen his face? Have ye beheld his chariot, foamed along By noble winged creatures he hath

made? I saw him on the calmed waters scud, With such a glow of beauty in his eyes, That it enforced me to bid sad farewell To all my empire. Farewell sad I took, And hither came, to see how dolorous

fate Had wrought upon ye; and how I might

best Give consolation in this woe extreme. Receive the truth, and let it be your

balm.”

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us

And fated to excel us, as we pass

Nor are In glory that old Darkness.

Whether through pozed conviction, or

disdain, They guarded silence, when Oceanus 245 Left murmuring, what deepest thought

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Thereby more conquered, than by us the

rule Of shapeless Chaos. Say, doth the dull

soil Quarrel with the proud forests it hath

fed, And feedeth still, more comely than itself? Can it deny the chiefdom of green

groves? Or shall the tree be envious of the dove Because it cooeth, and hath snowy wings To wander wherewithal and find its joys? We are such forest-trees, and our fair

boughs Have bred forth, pale solitary

doves, But eagles golden-feathered, who do

tower Above us in their beauty, and must reign In right thereof: for 'tis the eternal law That first in beauty should be first

might: Yea, by that law, another

may drive Our conquerors to mourn as we do now.

But so it was,

none answered for a space, Save one whom none regarded, Clymene; And yet she answered not, only com

plained, With hectic lips, and eyes uplooking mild,

250 Thus wording timidly among the fierce: “O Father, I am here the simplest voice, And all my knowledge is that joy is gone, And this thing woe crept in among our

hearts, There to remain for ever, as I fear. I would not bode of evil, if I thought So weak a creature could turn off the help Which by just right should come of mighty

gods; Yet let me tell my sorrow, let me tell Of what I heard, and how it made me

weep, And know that we had parted from all

hope. I stood upon a shore, a pleasant shore, Where a sweet clime was breathed from

a land

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Those pains of mine, - O Saturn, hadst

thou felt, Ye would not call this too indulgèd

tongue Presumptions, in thus venturing to be

heard."

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Of fragrance, quietness, and trees, and

flowers.
Full of calm joy it was, as I of grief, 265
Too full of joy and soft delicious warmth.
So that I felt a movement in my heart
To chide, and to reproach that solitude
With songs of misery, music of our woes;
And sat me down, and took a mouthed

shell
And murmured into it, and made

melody O melody no more! For while I sang, And with poor skill let pass into the

breeze The dull shell's echo, from a bowery

strand Just opposite, an island of the sea, There came enchantment with the shift

ing wind, That did both drown and keep alive my

So far her voice flowed on, like timorous brook

300 That, lingering along a pebbled coast, Doth fear to meet the sea. But sea it

met, And shuddered; for the overwhelming

voice Of huge Enceladus swallowed it in wrath. The ponderous syllables, like sullen

305 In the half glutted hollows of reef-rocks, Came booming thus, while still upon his

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I threw my shell away upon the sand, He leaned, not rising, from supreme And a wave filled it, as my sense

contempt: filled

"Or shall we listen to the over-wise, With that new blissful golden melody. 280 Or to the over-foolish, giant Gods? A living death was in each gush of sounds, Not thunderbolt on thunderbolt, till all Each family of rapturous hurried notes, That rebel Jove's whole armory were That fell, one after one, yet all at once, spent, Like pearl beads dropping sudden from Not world on world upon these shoulders their string:

piled, And then another, then another strain, 285 Could agonize me more than baby-words Each like a dove leaving its olive perch, In midst of this dethronement horrible. 315 With music winged instead of silent Speak! roar! shout! yell! ye sleepy Titans plumes,

all ! To hover round my head, and make me Do ye forget the blows, the buffets vile? sick

Are ye not smitten by a youngling arm? Of joy and grief at once.

Grief over

Dost thou forget, sham Monarch of the came,

Waves, And I was stopping up my frantic ears, 290 Thy scalding in the seas? What, have I When, past all hindrance of my trembling roused hands,

Your spleens with so few simple words A voice came sweeter, sweeter than all

as these? tune,

O joy! for now I see ye are not lost: And still it cried, 'Apollo! young Apollo! O joy! for now I see a thousand eyes The

morning-bright Apollo! young Wide glaring for revenge!” — As this he Apollo !

said, I fled; it followed me, and cried He lifted

stature vast,

and 'Apollo!'

stood, O Father, and O Brethren, had ye felt Still without intermission speaking thus:

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“Now ye are flames, I'll tell you how to All the sad spaces of oblivion, burn,

And every gulf, and every chasm old, 360 And purge the ether of our enemies: And every height, and every sullen depth, How to feed fierce the crooked stings of Voiceless, or hoarse with loud tormented fire,

streams: And singe away the swollen clouds of And all the everlasting cataracts, Jove,

And all the headlong torrents far and Stifling that puny essence in its tent.

near, 0 let him feel the evil he hath done! Mantled before in darkness and huge For though I scorn Oceanus's lore,

shade, Much pain have I for more than loss of Now saw the light and made it terrible.

realms: The days of peace and slumberous calm are Aed;

It was Hyperion - a granite peak Those days, all innocent of scathing war, His bright feet touched, and there he When all the fair Existences of heaven stayed to view Came open-eyed to guess what we would The misery his brilliance had betrayed speak

To the most hateful seeing of itself. That was before our brows were taught Golden his hair of short Numidian curl, to frown,

Regal his shape majestic, a vast shade Before our lips knew else but solemn In midst of his own brightness, like the sounds;

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bulk That was before we knew the wingèd Of Memnon's image at the set of sun thing,

To one who travels from the dusking Victory, might be lost, or might be won. East:

375 And be ye mindful that Hyperion, Sighs, too, as mournful as that Memnon's Our brightest brother, still is undis- harp graced –

He uttered, while his hands contemplaHyperion, lo! his radiance is here!” 345

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He pressed together, and in silence stood. All eyes were on Enceladus's face, Despondence seized again the fallen gods And they beheld, while still Hyperion's | At sight of the dejected King of Day, 380

And many hid their faces from the light. Flew from his lips up to the vaulted rocks, But fierce Enceladus sent forth his eyes A pallid gleam across his features stern: Among the brotherhood; and, at their Not savage, for he saw full many a glare, god

Uprose läpetus, and Creüs too, Wroth as himself. He looked upon them And Phorcus, sea-born, and together all,

strode

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There those four shouted forth old But splendider in Saturn's, whose hoar

Saturn's name: locks

Hyperion from the peak loud answered, Shone like the bubbling foam about a keel “Saturn!” When the prow sweeps into a midnight Saturn sat near the Mother of the Gods,

355 In whose face was no joy, though all the In pale and silver silence they remained, gods Till suddenly a splendor, like the morn, Gave from their hollow throats the name Pervaded all the beetling gloomy steeps,

of "Saturn!”

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BOOK THIRD

Together had he left his mother fair Thus in alternate uproar and sad peace,

And his twin-sister sleeping in their bower,

And in the morning twilight wandered Amazed were those Titans utterly.

forth O leave them, Muse! O leave them to

Beside the osiers of a rivulet,

Full ankle-deep in lilies of the vale. For thou art weak to sing such tumults

The nightingale had ceased, and a few dire.

stars A solitary sorrow best befits

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Were lingering in the heavens, while the Thy lips, and antheming a lonely grief:

thrush Leave them, O Muse! for thou anon wilt

Began calm-throated. Throughout all the find

isle Many a fallen old divinity

There was no covert, no retired cave, Wandering in vain about bewildered

Unhaunted by the murmurous noise of shores.

waves, Meantime touch piously the Delphic Though scarcely heard in many a green

harp, And not a wind of heaven but will breathe

He listened, and he wept, and his bright In aid soft warble from the Dorian Alute;

tears For lo! 'tis for the Father of all verse.

Went trickling down the golden bow he Flush every thing that hath a vermeil

held. hue:

Thus with half-shut suffused

eyes

he Let the rose glow intense and warm the

stood, air ;

While from beneath

some

cumbrous And let the clouds of even and of morn

boughs hard by, Float in voluptuous fleeces o'er the hills;

With solemn step an awful Goddess came; Let the red wine within the goblet boil,

And there was purport in her looks for Cold as a bubbling well; let faint-lipped

him, shells,

Which he with eager guess began to read On sands or in great deeps, vermilion

Perplexed, the while melodiously he said: turn

“How cam'st thou over the unfooted Through all their labyrinths; and let the maid

Or hath that antique mien and robèd Blush keenly, as with some

warm kiss

form surprised!

Moved in these vales invisible till now? Chief-isle of the embowered Cyclades,

Sure I have heard those vestments sweepRejoice, O Delos, with thine olives green,

ing o'er And poplars, and lawn-shading palms, and

The fallen leaves, when I have sat alone beech,

In cool mid-forest. Surely I have In which the zephyr breathes the loudest

traced song,

The rustle of those ample skirts about And hazels thick, dark-stemmed beneath

These grassy solitudes, and

the the shade:

flowers Apollo is once more the golden theme !

Lift up their heads, as still the whisper

passed. Where was he, when the Giant of the Goddess! I have beheld those eyes before, Sun

And their eternal calm, and all that Stood bright, amid the sorrow of his face, peers?

Or I have dreamed.”

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