Still think my terrors but the thunder cloud,

The storm, the earthquake, and the ocean-wrath-
(Ah! will they cross me in my angrier path?)
What tho' in worlds which own a single sun
The sands of Time grow dimmer as they run,
Yet thine is my resplendency, so given

To bear my secrets thro' the upper heaven.
Leave tenantless thy crystal home, and fly,
With all thy train, athwart the moony sky-
Apart-like fire-flies 4 in Sicilian night,
And wing to other worlds another light!
Divulge the secrets of thy embassy

To the proud orbs that twinkle-and so be

To ev'ry heart a barrier and a ban

Lest the stars totter in the guilt of man!"

Up rose the maiden in the yellow night, The single-mooned eve !-on Earth we plight Our faith to one love-and one moon adore-The birth-place of young Beauty had no more. As sprang that yellow star from downy hours, Up rose the maiden from her shrine of flowers, And bent o'er sheeny mountain and dim plain Her way--but left not yet her Therasaan 15 reign.

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HIGH on a mountain of enamelled head

Such as the drowsy shepherd on his bed Of giant pasturage lying at his ease, Raising his heavy eyelid, starts and sees

With many a muttered "hope to be forgiven"

What time the moon is quadrated in heaven

Of rosy head, that towering far away

Into the sunlit ether, caught the ray

Of sunken suns at eve-at noon of night,

While the moon danced with the fair stranger light—
Upreared upon such height arose a pile

Of gorgeous columns on th' unburthened air,
Flashing from Parian marble that twin smile
Far down upon the wave that sparkled there,
And nursled the young mountain in its lair.
Of molten stars" their pavement, such as fall
Thro' the ebon air, besilvering the pall

Of their own dissolution, while they die-
Adorning then the dwellings of the sky.

A dome, by linkèd light from heaven let down,
Sat gently on these columns as a crown—
A window of one circular diamond, there,

Looked out above into the purple air,

And rays from God shot down that meteor chain
And hallowed all the beauty twice again,

Save when, between th' Empyrean and that ring,
Some eager spirit flapped his dusky wing.

But on the pillars seraph eyes have seen
The dimness of this world; that greyish green
That Nature loves the best for Beauty's grave