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 ...