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 And I sank back without sense or motion
 * 'Neath the blank Moon's mute Medusa face.

Moments, years, or ages passed, when, lifting
 * Freezing lids, I felt the heavens on high,

And, innumerable as the sea-sands drifting,
 * Stars unnumbered drifted through the sky.

Rhythmical in luminous rotation,
 * In dædalian maze they reel and fly,

And their rushing light is Time's pulsation
 * In his passage through Eternity.

Constellated suns, fresh lit, declining,
 * Were ignited now, now quenched in space,

Rolling round each other, or inclining
 * Orb to orb in multi-coloured rays.

Ever showering from their flaming fountains
 * Light more light on each far-circling earth,

Till life stirred crepuscular seas, and mountains
 * Heaved convulsive with the throes of birth.