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 'Mid pulse of dungeoned forges down the stunned, Undominated firmament, and glare Of Cyclopean furnaces unsunned.

Then hastens she in refuge to a lone, Immortal garden of the eastern hours, Where Dawn upon a pansy s breast hath laid A single tear, and whence the wind hath flown And left a silence. Far on shadowy tow'rs Droop blazoned banners, and the woodland shade, With leafy flames and dyes autumnal hung, Makes beautiful the twilight of the year. For this the fays will dance, for elfin cheer. Within a dell where some mad girl hath flung A bracelet that the painted lizards fear— Red pyres of muffled light! Yet Fancy spurns The revel, and to eastern hazard turns, And glaring beacons of the Soldan's shores, When in a Syrian treasure-house she pours, From caskets rich and amethystine urns,