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HYPERION.
BOOK I.
The other upon Saturn's bended neckShe laid, and to the level of his earLeaning with parted lips, some words she spakeIn solemn tenour and deep organ tone:Some mourning words, which in our feeble tongueWould come in these like accents; O how frail 50To that large utterance of the early Gods!"Saturn, look up!—though wherefore, poor old King?"I have no comfort for thee, no not one:"I cannot say, 'O wherefore sleepest thou?'"For heaven is parted from thee, and the earth"Knows thee not, thus afflicted, for a God;"And ocean too, with all its solemn noise,"Has from thy sceptre pass'd; and all the air"Is emptied of thine hoary majesty."Thy thunder, conscious of the new command, 60"Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house;"And thy sharp lightning in unpractised hands