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 Thou seest; foul missionaries of foul sire, Fierce to regain the losses of that hour When rose glittering, and his gorgeous wings Over the abyss flutter'd with such glad noise, As what time after long and pestful calms, With slimy shapes and miscreated life Poisoning the vast Pacific, the fresh breeze Wakens the merchant-sail uprising. Night An heavy unimaginable moan Sent forth, when she the beheld Stand beauteous on Confusion's charmed wave. Moaning she fled, and entered the Profound That leads with downward windings to the Cave Of Darkness palpable, Desart of Death Sunk deep beneath massy roots. There many a dateless age the Beldame lurk'd And trembled; till engender'd by fierce , Fierce and gloomy, a  arose, Shap'd like a black cloud mark'd with streaks of fire. It rous'd the Hell-Hag: she the dew-damp wiped From off her brow, and thro' the uncouth maze Retraced her steps; but ere she reach'd the mouth Of that drear labyrinth, shuddering she paused, Nor dared re-enter the diminish'd Gulph. As thro' the dark vaults of some moulder'd Tower