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So leant she, not so fair, upon a tusk
Shed from the broadest of her elephants.
Above her, on a crag's uneasy shelve,
Upon his elbow rais'd, all prostrate else,
Shadow'd Enceladus ; once tame and mild
As grazing ox unworried in the meads;
Now tiger-passion'd, lion-thoughted, wroth,
He meditated, plotted, and even now
Was hurling mountains in that second war,

Not long delay'd, that scar'd the younger Gods
To hide themselves in forms of beast and bird.
Not far hence Atlas; and beside him prone
Phorcus, the sire of Gorgons. Neighbour'd close
Oceanus, and Tethys, in whose lap

75 Sobb’d Clymene among her tangled hair. In midst of all lay Themis, at the feet Of Ops the queen all clouded round from sight ; No shape distinguishable, more than when Thick night confounds the pine-tops with the clouds : 80 And many else whose names may not be told. For when the Muse's wings are air-ward spread, Who shall delay her flight? And she must chaunt Of Saturn, and his guide, who now had climb'd With damp and slippery footing from a depth 85 More horrid still. Above a sombre cliff Their heads appear'd, and up their stature grew Till on the level height their steps found ease : Then Thea spread abroad her trembling arms Upon the precincts of this nest of pain,

90 And sidelong fix'd her eye on Saturn's face: There saw she direst strife; the supreme God At war with all the frailty of grief, Of rage, of fear, anxiety, revenge Remorse, spleen, hope, but mo


Against these plagues he strove in vain ; for Fate
Had pour'd a mortal oil upon his head,
A disanointing poison : so that Thea,
Affrighted, kept her still, and let him pass
First onwards in, among the fallen tribe.


As with us mortal men, the laden heart
Is persecuted more, and fever'd more,
When it is nighing to the mournful house
Where other hearts are sick of the same bruise ;
So Saturn, as he walk'd into the midst,

Felt faint, and would have sunk among the rest,
But that he met Enceladus's eye,
Whose mightiness, and awe of him, at once
Came like an inspiration ; and he shouted,
"Titans, behold your God!" at which some groan'd; 110
Some started on their feet; some also shouted;
Some wept, some wail'd, all bow'd with reverence ;
And Ops, uplifting her black folded veil,
Show'd her pale cheeks, and all her forehead wan,
Her eye-brows thin and jet, and hollow eyes.

115 There is a roaring in the bleak-grown pines When Winter lifts his voice; there is a noise Among immortals when a God gives sign, With hushing finger, how he means to load His tongue with the full weight of utterless thought, 120 With thunder, and with music, and with pomp : Such noise is like the roar of bleak-grown pines; Which, when it ceases in this mountain'd world, No other sound succeeds; but ceasing here, Among these fallen, Saturn's voice therefrom

125 Grew up like organ, that begins anew Its strain, when other harmonies, stopt short, Leave the dinn'd air vibrating silverly.

Thus grew it up—“Not in my own sad breast, " Which is its own great judge and searcher out, 130 “Can I find reason why ye should be thus : “ Not in the legends of the first of days, “ Studied from that old spirit-leaved book “ Which starry Uranus with finger bright “ Sav'd from the shores of darkness, when the waves 135 “ Low-ebb'd still hid it up in shallow gloom;“And the which book ye know I ever kept “ For my firm-based footstool :—Ah, infirm! “ Not there, nor in sign, symbol, or portent “Of element, earth, water, air, and fire,

140 At war, at peace, or inter-quarreling “One against one, or two, or three, or all “ Each several one against the other three, As fire with air loud warring when rain-floods “ Drown both, and press them both against earth's face,

145 “Where, finding sulphur, a quadruple wrath " Unhinges the poor world ;-not in that strife, " Wherefrom I take strange lore, and read it deep, “ Can I find reason why ye should be thus :

No, no-where can unriddle, though I search, 150 “ And pore on Nature's universal scroll “ Even to swooning, why ye, Divinities, “ The first-born of all shap'd and palpable Gods, “ Should cower beneath what, in comparison, “ Is untremendous might. Yet ye are here,


155 “ O'erwhelm'd, and spurn'd, and batter'd, ye are here! “ O Titans, shall I say, 'Arise!'-Ye groan: “Shall I say 'Crouch!'-Ye groan. What can I then? “ O Heaven wide! O unseen parent dear! “ What can I? Tell me, all ye brethren Gods, 160 “ How we can war, how engine our great wrath !

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“ O speak your counsel now, for Saturn's ear
“Is all a-hunger'd. Thou, Oceanus,
“ Ponderest high and deep; and in thy face
“ I see, astonied, that severe content

165 “ Which comes of thought and musing : give us help!”




So ended Saturn; and the God of the Sea, Sophist and sage, from no Athenian grove, But cogitation in his watery shades, Arose, with locks not oozy, and began, In murmurs, which his first-endeavouring tongue Caught infant-like from the far-foamed sands. "Oye, whom wrath consumes! who, passion-stung, “ Writhe at defeat, and nurse your agonies ! “ Shut up your senses, stifle up your ears,

My voice is not a bellows unto ire. “ Yet listen, ye who will, whilst I bring proof “ How ye, perforce, must be content to stoop : "And in the proof much comfort will I give, "If ye will take that comfort in its truth. “ We fall by course of Nature's law, not force “Of thunder, or of Jove. Great Saturn, thou “ Hast sifted well the atom-universe; “But for this reason, that thou art the King, "And only blind from sheer supremacy, “ One avenue was shaded from thine eyes, “Through which I wandered to eternal truth. “ And first, as thou wast not the first of powers, “ So art thou not the last; it cannot be: “ Thou art not the beginning nor the end. From chaos and parental darkness came Light, the first fruits of that intestine broil, “That sullen ferment, which for wondrous ends “Was ripening in itself. The ripe hour came,





“ And with it light, and light, engendering

195 Upon its own producer, forthwith touch'd “ The whole enormous matter into life.

Upon that very hour, our parentage, “ The Heavens and the Earth, were manifest: “ Then thou first-born, and we the giant-race, “ 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! 205 “ As Heaven and Earth are fairer, fairer far “ Than Chaos and blank Darkness, though once chiefs ; " And as we show beyond that Heaven and Earth " In form and shape compact and beautiful, “ In will, in action free, companionship, “ And thousand other signs of purer life; “So on our heels a fresh perfection treads, “ A power more strong in beauty, born of us “ And fated to excel us, as we pass " In glory that old Darkness : nor are we

215 “ Thereby more conquer'd, 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, not pale solitary doves,

225 “ But eagles golden-feather’d, who do tower “ Above us in their beauty, and must reign " In right thereof; for 'tis the eternal law


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