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BOOK I.
HYPERION.
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"Meantime I will keep watch on thy bright sun,"And of thy seasons be a careful nurse."—Ere half this region-whisper had come down,Hyperion arose, and on the stars 350Lifted his curved lids, and kept them wideUntil it ceas'd; and still he kept them wide:And still they were the same bright, patient stars.Then with a slow incline of his broad breast,Like to a diver in the pearly seas,Forward he stoop'd over the airy shore,And plung'd all noiseless into the deep night.
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