Of giant pasturage lying at ease
Into the sunlit ether, caught the ray
And did lights father forever cease
Play the lyre Oh Pan play!
Of sunken suns at eve, at noon of Night
While the moon danc'd with the fair stranger light
Flashing from Parian marble that twin smile
And armed flanks to war worthwhile
Nursled the young mountain in it's lair
Thro' the ebon air, besilvering the pall
A dome, by linked light in purple air
Adorning with the dwellings o' fall
For beauty' s grave
And every sculptur'd cherub thereabout
Shall not be save
In the burning Erebus' lakes shall sprout
Witness the murmur of the grey twilight in Eyraco
Who, musing, gazeth on the distance dim
There in the cold, in the shadow
Sees the darkness coming as a cloud's whim
'tis the rush of wings
Ho maiden in the twilight sky adorn'd
Thus gather'd dusk sings
Litanies of nightfall perform'd
Night
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