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BOOK I.
HYPERION.
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Then, as was wont, his palace-door flew opeIn smoothest silence, save what solemn tubes,Blown by the serious Zephyrs, gave of sweetAnd wandering sounds, slow-breathed melodies;And like a rose in vermeil tint and shape,In fragrance soft, and coolness to the eye, 210That inlet to severe magnificenceStood full blown, for the God to enter in.
 He enter'd, but he enter'd full of wrath; His flaming robes stream'd out beyond his heels, And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire,That scar'd away the meek ethereal Hours And made their dove-wings tremble. On he flared,From stately nave to nave, from vault to vault, Through bowers of fragrant and enwreathed light,And diamond-paved lustrous long arcades, 220
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