Blazing Hyperion on his orbed fire Still sat still snuff'd the incense teeming up From man to the sun's God yet unsecure For as among us mortals omens drear Fright and perplex so also shuddered he Not at dog's howl or gloom-bird's hated screech Or the familiar visiting of one Upon the first toll of his passing bell Or prophesyings of the midnight lamp
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