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, ever wrapt in thine own mist! Exempt almost from change of night and day, Little thou knowest of the dawn-lights gay Or the pale tower by sunset's glory kissed. Thee the wild Thunder, bully as he list, Can scarce make hearken: the defenceless Snow Is soiled beneath thy footsteps ere thou know How fair a thing thine arrogance oppressed. So reign'st Thou—in thy calm obscurity Not wanting grandeur, though it be no more Than that of a vain world, to whom unknown Heaven's mercies gently call, Heaven's warnings roar, While in a dim complacence of its own Enwrapt, it lets the life of life pass by.