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Sad sign of ruin, sudden dismay, and fall! Yet do thou strive; as thou art capable, As thou canst move about, an evident God, And canst oppose to each malignant hour Ethereal presence:—I am but a voice; My life is but the life of winds and tides,— No more than winds and tides can I avail:— But thou canst.—Be thou therefore in the van Of circumstance; yea, seize the arrow's barb Before the tense string murmur.—To the earth! For there thou wilt find Saturn, and his woes. Meantime I will keep watch on thy bright sun, And of thy seasons be a careful nurse."— Ere half this region-whisper had come down Hyperion arose, and on the stars Lifted his curved lids, and kept them wide Until it ceased; and still he kept them wide: And still they were the same bright, patient stars. Then with a slow incline of his broad breast, Like to a diver in the pearly seas, Forward he stoop'd over the airy shore, And plunged all noiseless into the deep night.

at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings Hyperion slid into the rustled air., And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad place Where Cybele and the bruised Titans mourn'd. It was a den where no insulting light