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Rh Methinks had you the power, you would call Some all-annihilating ruin down Upon this old earth. When the bearded star Last Autumn seem'd to threat the beechen woods So low it hung, so fiery-menacing, I'd watch you gaze on it as tho' you pray'd Some conflagration hasten on the day Supreme when Earth, dismasted, derelict, Shall roll thro' space her all-dispeopled hull Drifting, abandon'd on the tide of stars To split in shatter'd wrack athwart the prow Of some huge planet's hostile oncoming. What is it that you lack, that you lament, What makes you go so sadly, in the sun?

I seek a beauty Earth has not to give, And I am tangl'd in as curs'd a web As ever the weaving sisters wrought awry.