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1 Full on this casement shone the wintry moon,
And threw warm gules on Madeline s fair breast. And as she knelt for heaven's grace and boon, Rose-bloom fell on her hands together pressed."
Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees:
Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest,
From The Eve of St. Agnes.
BUT horrors, portioned to a giant nerve,
For rest divine upon exalted couch,
And slumber in the arms of melody,
He paced away the pleasant hours of ease
With stride colossal, on from hall to hall;
While far within each aisle and deep recess,
His winged minions in close clusters stood,
Amazed and full of fear; like anxious men
Who on wide plains gather in panting troops,
When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers.
Even now, while Saturn, roused from icy trance,
Went step for step with Thea through the woods,
Hyperion, leaving twilight in the rear,
Came slope upon the threshold of the west:
Then, as was wont, his palace-door flew ope
In smoothed silence, save what solemn tubes,
Blown by the serious zephyrs, gave of sweet
And wandering sounds, slow-breathed melodies;
And like a rose in vermeil tint and shape,
In fragrance soft, and coolness to the eye,
That inlet to severe magnificence
Stood full blown, for the God to enter in.
He entered, but he entered full of wrath; His flaming robes streamed out beyond his heels, And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire, That scared 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, Until he reached the great main cupola; There standing fierce beneath, he stampt his foot, And from the basements deep to the high towers Jarred his own golden region ; and before The quavering thunder thereupon had ceased, His voice leapt out, despite of godlike curb, To this result: 'O dreams of day and night! O monstrous forms! O effigies of pain! O spectres busy in a cold, cold gloom I
0 lank-eared Phantoms of black-weeded pools!
To see and to behold these horrors new?
I cannot see—but darkness, death and darkness.
The shady visions come to domineer,
Insult, and blind, and stifle up my pomp—
Fall!—No, by Tellus and her briny robes!
Over the fiery frontier of my realms
I will advance a terrible right arm
Shall scare that infant thunderer, rebel Jove,
And bid old Saturn take his throne again.'
ALL eyes were on Enceladus's face,