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196 To the sublime and purest radiance whence it sprang.

In all their eyries eagles shall mourn thy fate,

And leaving on the lonely crags and scaurs

Their unprotected young, shall congregate

High in the tenuous heaven and anger the sun

With screams, and with a wild audacity

Dare all the battle danger of thy flight;

Till weary with combat one shall desert the light,

Fall like a bolt of thunder and check his fall

On the high ledge, smoky with mist and cloud,

Where his neglected eaglets shriek aloud,

And drawing the film across his sovereign sight

Shall dream of thy swift soul immortal

Mounting in circles, faithful beyond death.

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