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" That first in beauty should be first in might:
Yea, by that law, another race may drive “ Our conquerors to mourn as we do now. “ Have ye beheld the young God of the Seas, “ My dispossessor ? Have ye seen his face? “ Have ye beheld his chariot, foam'd 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 enforc'd 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.”.
Whether through poz'd conviction, or disdain, They guarded silence, when Oceanus Left murmuring, what deepest thought can tell ? But so it was, none answer'd for a space, Save one whom none regarded, Clymene; And yet she answer'd not, only complain'd, With hectic lips, and eyes up-looking mild, 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,
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 270 “ And murmur'd 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,
275 “ There came enchantment with the shifting wind, “ That did both drown and keep alive my ears. “I threw my shell away upon the sand, “ And a wave fill'd it, as my sense was fillid “ With that new blissful golden melody.
280 “ A living death was in each gush of sounds, “ Each family of rapturous hurried notes, “ That fell, one after one, yet all at once, “ Like pearl beads dropping sudden from their string : “And then another, then another strain,
285 “ Each like a dove leaving its olive perch, "With music wing'd instead of silent plumes, “ To hover round my head, and make me sick Of joy and grief at once.
Grief overcame, “ And I was stopping up my frantic ears,
290 “When, past all hindrance of my trembling hands, “ A voice came sweeter, sweeter than all tune, “ And still it cry'd, ' Apollo ! young Apollo ! “ The morning-bright Apollo ! young Apollo !' “ I fled, it follow'd me, and cry'd' Apollo!'
“O Father, and O Brethren, had ye felt
So far her voice flow'd on, like timorous brook That, lingering along a pebbled coast, Doth fear to meet the sea : but sea it met, And shudder'd; for the overwhelming voice Of huge Enceladus swallow'd it in wrath: The ponderous syllables, like sullen waves In the half-glutted hollows of reef-rocks, Came booming thus, while still upon his arm He lean'd; not rising, from supreme contempt. “ Or shall we listen to the over-wise, “ Or to the over-foolish giant, Gods? “ Not thunderbolt on thunderbolt, till all “ That rebel Jove's whole armoury were spent, « Not world on world upon these shoulders piled, “ Could agonize me more than baby-words " In midst of this dethronement horrible.
Speak! roar! shout! yell! ye sleepy Titans all. “Do ye forget the blows, the buffets vile? “ Are ye not smitten by a youngling arm? “ Dost thou forget, sham Monarch of the Waves, “ Thy scalding in the seas? What, have I rous'd “ Your spleens with so few simple words as these? “ O joy! for now I see ye are not lost : “ O joy! for now I see a thousand eyes “ Wide glaring for revenge!"-As this he said,
(296) The words O Father are of course for Oceanus.
(310) This is the punctuation of Keats's edition; but the comma would bring out a finer sense if placed before giant. VOL. II.
He lifted up his stature vast, and stood,
325 Still without intermission speaking thus: “Now ye are flames, I'll tell you how to burn, “And purge the ether of our enemies; “ How to feed fierce the crooked stings of fire, “ And singe away the swollen clouds of Jove, 330
Stifling that puny essence in its tent. “ O let him feel the evil he hath done ; “For though I scorn Oceanus's lore, " Much pain have I for more than loss of realms: “ The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled; 335 “ Those days, all innocent of scathing war, “ When all the fair Existences of heaven " Came open-eyed to guess what we would speak :" That was before our brows were taught to frown, "Before our lips knew else but solemn sounds; “ That was before we knew the winged thing,
Victory, might be lost, or might be won. “ And be ye mindful that Hyperion, “Our brightest brother, still is undisgracedHyperion, lo! his radiance is here!”
All eyes were on Enceladus's face,
Pervaded all the beetling gloomy steeps,
370 Golden his hair of short Numidian curl, Regal his shape majestic, a vast shade In midst of his own brightness, like the bulk Of Memnon's image at the set of sun To one who travels from the dusking East:
375 Sighs, too, as mournful as that Memnon's harp He utter'd, while his hands contemplative He press'd together, and in silence stood. Despondence seiz'd again the fallen Gods At sight of the dejected King of Day, And many hid their faces from the light : But fierce Enceladus sent forth his eyes Among the brotherhood; and, at their glare, Uprose Iäpetus, and Creus too, And Phorcus, sea-born, and together strode
385 To where he towered on his eminence. There those four shouted forth old Saturn's name ; Hyperion from the peak loud answered, “Saturn !” Saturn sat near the Mother of the Gods, In whose face was no joy, though all the Gods 390 Gave from their hollow throats the name of “ Saturn!'