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Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star. ] Onward I look'd beneath the gloomy boughs, And saw what first I thought an image huge, Like to the image pedestall'd so high In Saturn's temple; then Moneta's voice Came brief upon mine ear. "So Saturn sat When he had lost his realms;" whereon there grew A power within me of enormous ken To see as a god sees, and take the depth Of things as nimbly as the outward eye Can size and shape pervade. The lofty theme Of those few words hung vast before my mind With half-unravell'd web. I sat myself Upon an eagle's watch, that I might see, And seeing ne'er forget. No stir of life Was in this shrouded vale,—not so much air As in the zoning of a summer's day [Robs not one light seed from the feathered grass; But where the dead leaf fell there did it rest. A stream went noiseless by, still deaden'd more By reason of the fallen divinity Spreading more shade; the Naiad 'mid her reeds Prest her cold finger closer to her lips.


 * Along the margin-sand large foot-marks went]

No further than to where old Saturn's feet