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So she, with graver air and lifted flag; While the shadow, chased by light, Fled along the far drawn height, And left her on the crag. SO SHE WITH GRAVER AIR AND LIFTED FLAG WHILE THE SHADOW CHASED BY LIGHT FLED ALONG THE FAR DAWN HEIGHT AND LEFT HER ON THE CRAG
And the lorn Mother speechless stood, Pale at the fury of her brood. III. Yet later, and the silk did wind Her fair cold form; Little availed the shining shroud, Though ruddy in hue, to cheer or warm. A watcher looked upon her low, and said-- She sleeps, but sleeps, she is not dead. But in that sleep contortion showed The terror of the vision there-- A silent vision unavowed, Revealing earth’s foundation bare, And Gorgon in her hidden place. It was a thing of fear to see So foul a dream upon so fair a face, And the dreamer lying in that starry shroud. IV. But from the trance she sudden broke-- The trance, or death into promoted life; At her feet a shivered yoke, And in her aspect turned to heaven No trace of passion or of strife-- A clear calm look. It spake of pain, But such as purifies from stain-- Sharp pangs that never come again-- And triumph repressed by knowledge meet, Power dedicate, and hope grown wise, And youth matured for age’s seat-- Law on her brow and empire in her eyes. ERCE WAS DESPAIR AND CRUEL WAS PRIDE AND THE LORN MOTHER SPEECHLESS STOOD PALE AT THE FURY OF HER BROOD THREE YET LATER AND THE SILK DID WIND HER FAIR COLD FORM LITTLE AVAIL'D THE SHINING SHROUD THOUGH RUDDY IN HUE TO CHEER OR WARM A WATCHER LOOKED UPON HER LOW AND SAID SHE SLEEPS BUT SLEEPS SHE IS NOT DEAD BUT IN THAT SLEEP CONTORTION SHOWED THE TERROR OF THE VISION THERE A SILENT VISION UNAVOWED REVEALING EARTH'S FOUNDATION BARE AND GORGON IN HER HIDDEN PLACE IT WAS A THING OF FEAR TO SEE SO FOUL A DREAM UPON SO FAIR A FACE AND THE DREAMER LYING IN THAT STARRY SHROUD FOUR BUT FROM THE TRANCE SHE SUDDEN BROKE THE TRANCE OR DEATH INTO PROMOTED LIFE AT HER FEET A SHIVERED YOKE AND IN HER ASPECT TURNED TO HEAVEN NO TRACE OF PASSION OR OF STRIFE A CLEAR CALM LOOK IT SPAKE OF PAIN BUT SUCH AS PURIFIES FROM STAIN SHARP PANGS THAT NEVER COME AGAIN AND TRIUMPH REPRESSED BY KNOWLEDGE MEET POWER DEDICATE AND HOPE GROWN WISE AND YOUTH MATURED FOR AGE'S SEAT LAW ON HER BROW AND EMPIRE IN HER EYES
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