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 The blameless fisher at his perilous toil. Upon the topmost height the saw A meteor-lighted dome: to every blast Shook the wide fabric, tottering as to fall, For ever tottering; round the tempests yell'd Tremendous, music hoarse! yet to the ear Of him who there had rule, the Dynast stern, Not undelightful. His perturbed flight Anxious and gloomy, speeding hitherwards, She saw the dark-wing'd Shape: with all it's towers The palace nods: such was voice! Obedient first, fierce servant of fierce Lord, Cowl'd comes, her loosen'd robes Float on the breeze and half exposed to view The rusted dagger. By her side crept on Mitred, with meekest mien And step demure, and cross, which to his heart He prest, and seem'd with heaven-ward eye to pour The pious prayer; yet never prayer he pour'd Save when with secret glance he view'd the crowd Rh