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HYPERION.
BOOK I.
The sacred seasons might not be disturb'd.Therefore the operations of the dawnStay'd in their birth, even as here 'tis told.Those silver wings expanded sisterly,Eager to sail their orb; the porches wideOpen'd upon the dusk demesnes of nightAnd the bright Titan, phrenzied with new woes,Unus'd to bend, by hard compulsion bent 300His spirit to the sorrow of the time;And all along a dismal rack of clouds,Upon the boundaries of day and night,He stretch'd himself in grief and radiance faint.There as he lay, the Heaven with its starsLook'd down on him with pity, and the voiceOf Cœlus, from the universal space,Thus whisper'd low and solemn in his ear."O brightest of my children dear, earth-born"And sky-engendered, Son of Mysteries 310
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