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Hyperion, leaving twilight in the rear, Is sloping to the threshold of the West.] Thither wc tend." Now in the clear light I stood, Relieved from the dusk vale. Mnemosyne Was sitting on a square-edged polished stone, That in its lucid depth reflected pure Her priestess' garments. My quick eyes ran on [From stately nave to nave, from vault to vault, Through bow'rs of fragrant and enwreathed light, And diamond-paned lustrous long arcades ] Anon rush'd by the bright Hyperion [His flaming robes stream'd out beyond his heels, And gave a roar as if of earthy fire, That scared away the meek ethereal hours, And made their dove-wings tremble. On he flared.]