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BOOK THE NINTH.
355
Rapt round the endless course; but Theodore,
With force angelic, drove the obedient bark.

They land, a mighty fabric meets their eyes, 765
Seen by its gem-born light. Of adamant
The pile was framed, for ever to abide
Firm in eternal strength. Before the gate
Stood eager Expectation, as to list
The half-heard murmurs issuing from within, 770
Her mouth half open'd, and her head stretch'd forth.
On the other side there stood an aged Crone,
Listening to every breath of air; she knew
Vague suppositions and uncertain dreams,
Of what was soon to come, for she would mark 775
The paley glow-worm's self-created light,
And argue thence of kingdoms overthrown,
And desolated nations; ever fill'd
With undetermined terror, as she heard
Or distant screech owl, or the regular beat 780
Of evening death-watch.

"Maid,"