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Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes?
As when upon a tranced summer-night
(376-9) Compare Hyperion, Book I, lines 89-92.
And look'd around and saw his kingdom gone,
As the moist scent of flowers, and grass, and leaves, Fills forest-dells with a pervading air, Known to the woodland nostril, so the words Of Saturn fill'd the mossy glooms around, Even to the hollows of time-eaten oaks, And to the windings of the foxes' hole,
385 With sad, low tones, while thus he spoke, and sent Strange moanings to the solitary Pan. "Moan, brethren, moan, for we are swallow'd up And buried from all godlike exercise Of influence benign on planets pale,
390 And peaceful sway upon man's harvesting, And all those acts which Deity supreme Doth ease its heart of love in. Moan and wail ; Moan, brethren, moan; for lo, the rebel spheres Spin round; the stars their ancient courses keep; 395 Clouds still with shadowy moisture haunt the earth, Still suck their fill of light from sun and moon; Still buds the tree, and still the seashores murmur; There is no death in all the universe, No smell of death.-There shall be death. Moan, moan;
400 Moan, Cybele, moan; for thy pernicious babes Have chang'd a god into an aching palsy. Moan, brethren, moan, for I have no strength left; Weak as the reed, weak, feeble as my voice. Oh! Oh! the pain, the pain of feebleness ;
405 Moan, moan, for still I thaw; or give me help;
(388-93) Compare Book I, lines 106-12.
Throw down those imps, and give me victory.
420 With large-limb'd visions. More I scrutinized. Still fixt he sat beneath the sable trees, Whose arms spread straggling in wild serpent forms, With leaves all hush'd ; his awful presence there (Now all was silent) gave a deadly lie
425 To what I erewhile heard: only his lips Trembled amid the white curls of his beard ; They told the truth, though round the snowy locks Hung nobly, as upon the face of heaven A mid-day fleece of clouds. Thea arose,
430 And stretcht her white arm through the hollow dark, Pointing some whither : whereat he too rose, Like a vast giant, seen by men at sea To grow pale from the waves at dull midnight. They melted from my sight into the woods;
435 Ere I could turn, Moneta cry'd, “These twain Are speeding to the families of grief, Where, rooft in by black rocks, they waste in pain
(408-14) Compare Book I, lines 127-33.
And darkness, for no hope.” And she spake on,
END OF CANTO I.
“Mortal, that thou may'st understand aright,
(7) The remainder of this fragment should be compared in detail with the maturer version, Book I, lines 158-217.
Not at dog's howl or gloom-bird's hated screech,
30 Flash angerly; when he would taste the wreaths Of incense breath'd aloft from sacred hills, Instead of sweets, his ample palate takes Savour of poisonous brass and metals sick; Wherefore when harbour'd in the sleepy West, 35 After the full completion of fair day, For rest divine upon exalted couch, And slumber in the arms of melody, He paces through the pleasant hours of ease, With strides colossal, on from hall to hall,
40 While far within each aisle and deep recess His winged minions in close clusters stand Amaz'd, and full of fear; like anxious men, Who on a wide plain gather in sad troops, When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers. 45 Even now where Saturn, rous'd from icy trance, Goes step for step with Thea from yon woods, Hyperion, leaving twilight in the rear, Is sloping to the threshold of the West. Thither we tend.” Now in clear light I stood, 50 Reliev'd from the dusk vale. Mnemosyne Was sitting on a square-edg'd polish'd stone, That in its lucid depth reflected pure