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 Fantastically cast. Here six or seven Colossal statues, and all kings, stood round me In a half-circle. Each one in his hand A sceptre bore, and on his head a star, And in the tower no other light was there But from these stars; all seem'd to come from them. 'These are the planets,' said that low old man, 'They govern worldly fates, and for that cause 'Are imag'd here as kings. He farthest from you, 'Spiteful and cold, an old man melancholy, 'With bent and yellow forehead, he is. 'He opposite, the king with the red light, 'An arm'd man for the battle, that is : 'And both these bring but little luck to man.' But at his side a lovely lady stood, The star upon her head was soft and bright, And that was, the bright star of joy. On the left hand, lo! , with wings. Quite in the middle glitter'd silver-bright A cheerful man, and with a monarch's mien; And this was, my father's star: And at his side I saw the and.

O never rudely will I blame his faith In the might of stars and angels! 'Tis not merely The human being's that peoples space With life and mystical predominance; Since likewise for the stricken heart of This visible nature, and this common world, Is all too narrow: yea, a deeper import Lurks in the legend told my infant years Than lies upon that truth, we live to learn. Rh