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Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star.^[1]]
Onward I look'd beneath the gloomy boughs,
And saw what first I thought an image huge,
Like to the image pedestall'd so high
In Saturn's temple; then Moneta's voice
Came brief upon mine ear. "So Saturn sat
When he had lost his realms;" whereon there grew
A power within me of enormous ken
To see as a god sees, and take the depth
Of things as nimbly as the outward eye
Can size and shape pervade. The lofty theme
Of those few words hung vast before my mind
With half-unravell'd web. I sat myself
Upon an eagle's watch, that I might see,
And seeing ne'er forget. No stir of life^[1]
Was in this shrouded vale,—not so much air
As in the zoning of a summer's day
[Robs not one light seed from the feathered grass;
But where the dead leaf fell there did it rest.
A stream went noiseless by, still deaden'd more
By reason of the^[2] fallen divinity
Spreading more^[3] shade; the Naiad 'mid her reeds
Prest her cold finger closer to her lips.

Along the margin-sand large foot-marks went]
No further than to where old Saturn's feet

1. Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone,
   
   Still as the silence round about his lair;
   
   Forest on forest hung about his head,
   
   Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there,
   
   Not so much life as on a summer's day
   
   Robs not one light seed
   
   
2. His.
3. a.