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 Her folded wings as of a mighty eagle, But all too impotent to lift the regal Robustness of her earth-born strength and pride;

And with those wings, and that light wreath which seems To mock her grand head and the knotted frown Of forehead charged with baleful thoughts and dreams, The household bunch of keys, the housewife's gown Voluminous, indented, and yet rigid As if a shell of burnished metal frigid, The feet thick-shod to tread all weakness down;

The comet hanging o'er the waste dark seas, The massy rainbow curved in front of it Beyond the village with the masts and trees; The snaky imp, dog-headed, from the Pit, Bearing upon its batlike leathern pinions Her name unfolded in the sun's dominions, The "" that transcends all wit.

Thus has the artist copied her, and thus Surrounded to expound her form sublime, Her fate heroic and calamitous; Fronting the dreadful mysteries of Time,