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 When he o' the lion voice, the rainbow-crown'd, Shall stand upon the mountains and the sea, And swear by earth, by heaven's throne, and Him Who sitteth on the throne, there shall be time No more, no more! Then, veil'd Eternity Shall straight unveil her awful countenance Unto the reeling worlds, and take the place Of seasons, years, and ages. Aye and aye Shall be the time of day. The wrinkled heav'n Shall yield her silent sun, made blind and white With an exterminating light: the wind, Unchainëd from the poles, nor having charge Of cloud or ocean, with a sobbing wail Shall rush among the stars, and swoon to death. Yea, the shrunk earth, appearing livid pale Beneath the red-tongued flame, shall shudder by From out her ancient place, and leave—a void. Yet haply by that void the saints redeem'd May sometimes stray; when memory of sin