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The desolating spear: his broad black brow
In thought contracted spake his brooding soul,
Sullenly silent.
"Maid beloved of Heaven!"
(To her the tutelary Power exclaimed)
"Of Chaos the adventurous progeny225
Thou seest; foul missionaries of foul sire,
Fierce to regain the losses of that hour
When Love rose glittering, and his gorgeous wings
Over the abyss flutter'd with such glad noise,
As what time after long and pestful Calms230
With slimy shapes and miscreated life
Pois'ning the vast Pacific, the fresh breeze
Wakens the merchant sail, uprising. Night
An heavy unimaginable moan
Sent forth, when she the Protoplast beheld235
Stand beauteous on Confusion's charmed wave.
Moaning she fled, and entered the Profound
That leads with downward windings to the Cave
Of darkness palpable, desart of Deaths,

Sunk