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Then there was pictured the regality Of Neptune; and the sea-nymphs round his state, In beauteous vassalage, look up and wait. Beside this old man lay a pearly wand, And in his lap a book, the which he conn'd So steadfastly, that the new denizen Had time to keep him in amazed ken, To mark these shadowings, and stand in awe.
 * The old man raised his hoary head and saw

The wilder'd stranger—seeming not to see, His features were so lifeless. Suddenly He woke as from a trance; his snow-white brows Went arching up, and like two magic ploughs Furrow'd deep wrinkles in his forehead large, Which kept as fixedly as rocky marge, Till round his wither'd lips had gone a smile. Then up he rose, like one whose tedious toil Had watch'd for years in forlorn hermitage, Who had not from mid-life to utmost age Eased in one accent his o'erburden'd soul, Even to the trees. He rose: he grasp'd his stole, With convulsed clenches waving it abroad, And in a voice of solemn joy, that awed Echo into oblivion, he said:—
 * "Thou art the man! Now shall I lay my head

In peace upon my watery pillow: now Sleep will come smoothly to my weary brow. O Jove! I shall be young again, be young! O shell-borne Neptune, I am pierced and stung With new-born life! What shall I do? Where go,