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may give way, his weary wings May drop in middle flight; The sun may faint, and earth, that springs As fondly in his light, As to a mother bending o'er Her nursling, waked from timely sleep, May lie, as it hath lain before; And darkness yet once more May be upon the surface of the deep.

What worth the cave, within whose chambers coiling Like a gorged dragon lies, his head thrust forth, The clammy Dark, when all the miners' toiling Is o'er, and all the gold has long been spent in mirth? —As little worth as Thou, Earth, that hummest now So proudly with thy myriad souls, when they Have had their trial here and all are called away.

Then shall the empty planet roll As idly on the immeasurable space