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Saturn! sleep on: me thoughtless, why should I Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude? Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes? Saturn! sleep on, while at thy feet I weep."


 * As when upon a tranced summer night

Forests, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a noise, Save from one gradual solitary gust Swelling upon the silence, dying off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went; the while in tears She prest her fair large forehead to the earth, Just where her fallen hair might spread in curls A soft and silken net for Saturn's feet.] Long, long these two were postured motionless, Like sculpture builded-up upon the grave Of their own power. A long awful time I look'd upon them; still they were the same The frozen God still bending to the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Moneta silent. Without stay or prop But my own weak mortality, I bore The load of this eternal quietude, The unchanging gloom and the three fixed shapes Ponderous upon my senses, a whole moon; For by my burning brain I measured sure Her silver seasons shedded on the night,