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      Is showered like night, and from within the air
      Bursts, like eclipse which had been gathered up
      Into the pores of sunlight; the bright visions,
      Wherein the singing Spirits rode and shone,
      Gleam like pale meteors through a watery night.

IONE
      There is a sense of words upon mine ear.

PANTHEA
      An universal sound like words: Oh, list!

DEMOGORGON
      Thou, Earth, calm empire of a happy soul,
        Sphere of divinest shapes and harmonies,
      Beautiful orb! gathering as thou dost roll
        The love which paves thy path along the skies:

THE EARTH
      I hear: I am as a drop of dew that dies.

DEMOGORGON
      Thou, Moon, which gazest on the nightly Earth
        With wonder, as it gazes upon thee;
      Whilst each to men, and beasts, and the swift birth
      Of birds, is beauty, love, calm, harmony:

THE MOON
      I hear: I am a leaf shaken by thee.