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Its fretwork in the crystal sea did steep,
Encircling that vast Fane’s aerial heap:
We disembark’d, and through a portal wide
We pass’d—whose roof of moonstone carved, did keep
A glimmering o’er the forms on every side,
Sculptures like life and thought, immovable, deep-eyed.
LII.

We came to a vast hall, whose glorious roof
Was diamond, which had drunk the lightning’s sheen
In darkness, and now poured it through the woof
Of spell-inwoven clouds hung there to screen
Its blinding splendor—through such veil was seen
That work of subtlest power, divine and rare;
Orb above orb, with starry shapes between,
And horned moons, and meteors strange and fair,
On night-black columns poised—one hollow hemisphere!
LIII.

Ten thousand columns in that quivering light
Distinct—between whose shafts wound far away
The long and labyrinthine aisles—more bright
With their own radiance than the Heaven of Day;
And on the jasper walls around, there lay
Paintings, the poesy of mightiest thought,
Which did the Spirit’s history display;
A tale of passionate change, divinely taught,
Which, in their winged dance, unconscious Genii wrought.
LIV.

Beneath, there sate on many a sapphire throne,
The Great, who had departed from mankind,
A mighty Senate;—some, whose white hair shone
Like mountain snow, mild, beautiful, and blind;
Some, female forms, whose gestures beam’d with mind;
And ardent youths, and children bright and fair;
And some had lyres whose strings were intertwined
With pale and clinging flames, which ever there
Waked faint yet thrilling sounds that pierced the crystal air.
LV.

One seat was vacant in the midst, a throne,
Rear’d on a pyramid like sculptured flame,
Distinct with circling steps which rested on
Their own deep fire—soon as the Woman came
Into that hall, she shriek’d the Spirit’s name
And fell; and vanish’d slowly from the sight.
Darkness arose from her dissolving frame,
Which gathering, fill’d that dome of woven light,
Blotting its sphered stars with supernatural night.