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SCENE IV. That terrible shadow floats Up from its throne, as may the lurid smoke Of earthquake-ruined cities o'er the sea. Lo! it ascends the car; the coursers fly Terrified; watch its path among the stars Blackening the night!

Thus I am answered: strange!

See, near the verge, another chariot stays; An ivory shell inlaid with crimson fire, Which comes and goes within its sculptured rim Of delicate strange tracery; the young Spirit That guides it has the dove-like eyes of hope; How it soft smiles attract the soul! as light Lures winged insects thro' the lampless air.

My coursers are fed with the lightning, They drink of the whirlwind's stream, And when the red morning is brightning They bathe in the fresh sunbeam; They have strength for their swiftness I deem, Then ascend with me, daughter of Ocean.