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That word Found way unto Olympus, and made quake The rebel three, Thea was startled up, And in her bearing was a sort of hope, As thus she quick-voic'd spake, yet full of awe, "This cheers our fallen house: come to our friends, O Saturn! come away, and give them heart; I know the covert, from thence came I hither." Thus brief then with beseeching eyes she went With backward footing through the shade a space: He follow'd, and she turn'd to lead the way Through aged boughs, that yielded like the mist Which eagles cleave upmounting from their nest, by M.C.Escher