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BOOK I.
HYPERION.
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Glow'd through, and wrought upon the muffling darkSweet-shaped lightnings from the nadir deepUp to the zenith,—hieroglyphics old,Which sages and keen-eyed astrologersThen living on the earth, with labouring thoughtWon from the gaze of many centuries: 280Now lost, save what we find on remnants hugeOf stone, or marble swart; their import gone,Their wisdom long since fled.—Two wings this orbPossess'd for glory, two fair argent wings,Ever exalted at the God's approach:And now, from forth the gloom their plumes immenseRose, one by one, till all outspreaded were;While still the dazzling globe maintain'd eclipse,Awaiting for Hyperion's command.Fain would he have commanded, fain took throne 290And bid the day begin, if but for change.He might not:—No, though a primeval God:
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