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HYPERION.
BOOK I.
She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, 80Just where her falling hair might be outspreadA soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet.One moon, with alteration slow, had shedHer silver seasons four upon the night,And still these two were postured motionless,Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern;The frozen God still couchant on the earth,And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet:Until at length old Saturn lifted upHis faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, 90And all the gloom and sorrow of the place,And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake,As with a palsied tongue, and while his beardShook horrid with such aspen-malady:"O tender spouse of gold Hyperion,"Thea, I feel thee ere I see thy face;"Look up, and let me see our doom in it;
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