"Ode on a Grecian Urn"
by John Keats (1795-1821)


1   Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave 
2   A paradise for a sect; the savage too 
3   From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep 
4   Guesses at Heaven; pity these have not 
5   Trac'd upon vellum or wild Indian leaf 
6   The shadows of melodious utterance. 
7   But bare of laurel they live, dream, and die; 
8   For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, 
9   With the fine spell of words alone can save 
10   Imagination from the sable chain 
11   And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, 
12   "Thou art no Poet---may'st not tell thy dreams?" 
13   Since every man whose soul is not a clod 
14   Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved, 
15   And been well nurtured in his mother tongue. 
16   Whether the dream now purpos'd to rehearse 
17   Be poet's or fanatic's will be known 
18   When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave. 

19   Methought I stood where trees of every clime, 
20   Palm, myrtle, oak, and sycamore, and beech, 
21   With plantain, and spice-blossoms, made a screen; 
22   In neighbourhood of fountains (by the noise 
23   Soft-showering in my ears), and, (by the touch 
24   Of scent,) not far from roses. Turning round 
25   I saw an arbour with a drooping roof 
26   Of trellis vines, and bells, and larger blooms, 
27   Like floral censers, swinging light in air; 
28   Before its wreathed doorway, on a mound 
29   Of moss, was spread a feast of summer fruits, 
30   Which, nearer seen, seem'd refuse of a meal 
31   By angel tasted or our Mother Eve; 
32   For empty shells were scattered on the grass, 
33   And grape-stalks but half bare, and remnants more, 
34   Sweet-smelling, whose pure kinds I could not know. 
35   Still was more plenty than the fabled horn 
36   Thrice emptied could pour forth, at banqueting 
37   For Proserpine return'd to her own fields, 
38   Where the white heifers low. And appetite 
39   More yearning than on Earth I ever felt 
40   Growing within, I ate deliciously; 
41   And, after not long, thirsted, for thereby 
42   Stood a cool vessel of transparent juice 
43   Sipp'd by the wander'd bee, the which I took, 
44   And, pledging all the mortals of the world, 
45   And all the dead whose names are in our lips, 
46   Drank. That full draught is parent of my theme. 
47   No Asian poppy nor elixir fine 
48   Of the soon-fading jealous Caliphat; 
49   No poison gender'd in close monkish cell, 
50   To thin the scarlet conclave of old men, 
51   Could so have rapt unwilling life away. 
52   Among the fragrant husks and berries crush'd, 
53   Upon the grass I struggled hard against 
54   The domineering potion; but in vain: 
55   The cloudy swoon came on, and down I sank, 
56   Like a Silenus on an antique vase. 
57   How long I slumber'd 'tis a chance to guess. 
58   When sense of life return'd, I started up 
59   As if with wings; but the fair trees were gone, 
60   The mossy mound and arbour were no more: 
61   I look'd around upon the carved sides 
62   Of an old sanctuary with roof august, 
63   Builded so high, it seem'd that filmed clouds 
64   Might spread beneath, as o'er the stars of heaven; 
65   So old the place was, I remember'd none 
66   The like upon the Earth: what I had seen 
67   Of grey cathedrals, buttress'd walls, rent towers, 
68   The superannuations of sunk realms, 
69   Or Nature's rocks toil'd hard in waves and winds, 
70   Seem'd but the faulture of decrepit things 
71   To that eternal domed Monument.--- 
72   Upon the marble at my feet there lay 
73   Store of strange vessels and large draperies, 
74   Which needs had been of dyed asbestos wove, 
75   Or in that place the moth could not corrupt, 
76   So white the linen, so, in some, distinct 
77   Ran imageries from a sombre loom. 
78   All in a mingled heap confus'd there lay 
79   Robes, golden tongs, censer and chafing-dish, 
80   Girdles, and chains, and holy jewelries. 

81   Turning from these with awe, once more I rais'd 
82   My eyes to fathom the space every way; 
83   The embossed roof, the silent massy range 
84   Of columns north and south, ending in mist 
85   Of nothing, then to eastward, where black gates 
86   Were shut against the sunrise evermore.--- 
87   Then to the west I look'd, and saw far off 
88   An image, huge of feature as a cloud, 
89   At level of whose feet an altar slept, 
90   To be approach'd on either side by steps, 
91   And marble balustrade, and patient travail 
92   To count with toil the innumerable degrees. 
93   Towards the altar sober-paced I went, 
94   Repressing haste, as too unholy there; 
95   And, coming nearer, saw beside the shrine 
96   One minist'ring; and there arose a flame.--- 
97   When in mid-way the sickening East wind 
98   Shifts sudden to the south, the small warm rain 
99   Melts out the frozen incense from all flowers, 
100   And fills the air with so much pleasant health 
101   That even the dying man forgets his shroud;--- 
102   Even so that lofty sacrificial fire, 
103   Sending forth Maian incense, spread around 
104   Forgetfulness of everything but bliss, 
105   And clouded all the altar with soft smoke; 
106   From whose white fragrant curtains thus I heard 
107   Language pronounc'd: "If thou canst not ascend 
108   "These steps, die on that marble where thou art. 
109   "Thy flesh, near cousin to the common dust, 
110   "Will parch for lack of nutriment---thy bones 
111   "Will wither in few years, and vanish so 
112   "That not the quickest eye could find a grain 
113   "Of what thou now art on that pavement cold. 
114   "The sands of thy short life are spent this hour, 
115   "And no hand in the universe can turn 
116   "Thy hourglass, if these gummed leaves be burnt 
117   "Ere thou canst mount up these immortal steps." 
118   I heard, I look'd: two senses both at once, 
119   So fine, so subtle, felt the tyranny 
120   Of that fierce threat and the hard task proposed. 
121   Prodigious seem'd the toil; the leaves were yet 
122   Burning---when suddenly a palsied chill 
123   Struck from the paved level up my limbs, 
124   And was ascending quick to put cold grasp 
125   Upon those streams that pulse beside the throat: 
126   I shriek'd, and the sharp anguish of my shriek 
127   Stung my own ears---I strove hard to escape 
128   The numbness; strove to gain the lowest step. 
129   Slow, heavy, deadly was my pace: the cold 
130   Grew stifling, suffocating, at the heart; 
131   And when I clasp'd my hands I felt them not. 
132   One minute before death, my iced foot touch'd 
133   The lowest stair; and as it touch'd, life seem'd 
134   To pour in at the toes: I mounted up, 
135   As once fair angels on a ladder flew 
136   From the green turf to Heaven---"Holy Power," 
137   Cried I, approaching near the horned shrine, 
138   "What am I that should so be saved from death? 
139   "What am I that another death come not 
140   "To choke my utterance sacrilegious, here?" 
141   Then said the veiled shadow---"Thou hast felt 
142   "What 'tis to die and live again before 
143   "Thy fated hour, that thou hadst power to do so 
144   "Is thy own safety; thou hast dated on 
145   Thy doom."---"High Prophetess," said I, "purge off, 
146   Benign, if so it please thee, my mind's film."--- 
147   "None can usurp this height," return'd that shade, 
148   "But those to whom the miseries of the world 
149   "Are misery, and will not let them rest. 
150   "All else who find a haven in the world, 
151   "Where they may thoughtless sleep away their days, 
152   "If by a chance into this fane they come, 
153   "Rot on the pavement where thou rottedst half."--- 
154   "Are there not thousands in the world," said I, 
155   Encourag'd by the sooth voice of the shade, 
156   "Who love their fellows even to the death, 
157   "Who feel the giant agony of the world, 
158   "And more, like slaves to poor humanity, 
159   "Labour for mortal good? I sure should see 
160   "Other men here; but I am here alone." 
161   "Those whom thou spak'st of are no vision'ries," 
162   Rejoin'd that voice---"They are no dreamers weak, 
163   "They seek no wonder but the human face; 
164   "No music but a happy-noted voice--- 
165   "They come not here, they have no thought to come--- 
166   "And thou art here, for thou art less than they--- 
167   "What benefit canst thou, or all thy tribe, 
168   "To the great world? Thou art a dreaming thing, 
169   "A fever of thyself---think of the Earth; 
170   "What bliss even in hope is there for thee? 
171   "What haven? every creature hath its home; 
172   "Every sole man hath days of joy and pain, 
173   "Whether his labours be sublime or low--- 
174   "The pain alone; the joy alone; distinct: 
175   "Only the dreamer venoms all his days, 
176   "Bearing more woe than all his sins deserve. 
177   "Therefore, that happiness be somewhat shar'd, 
178   "Such things as thou art are admitted oft 
179   "Into like gardens thou didst pass erewhile, 
180   "And suffer'd in these temples: for that cause 
181   "Thou standest safe beneath this statue's knees." 
182   "That I am favour'd for unworthiness, 
183   "By such propitious parley medicin'd 
184   "In sickness not ignoble, I rejoice, 
185   "Aye, and could weep for love of such award." 
186   So answer'd I, continuing, "If it please, 
187   "Majestic shadow, tell me: sure not all 
188   "Those melodies sung into the World's ear 
189   "Are useless: sure a poet is a sage; 
190   "A humanist, physician to all men. 
191   "That I am none I feel, as vultures feel 
192   "They are no birds when eagles are abroad. 
193   "What am I then: Thou spakest of my tribe: 
194   "What tribe?" The tall shade veil'd in drooping white 
195   Then spake, so much more earnest, that the breath 
196   Moved the thin linen folds that drooping hung 
197   About a golden censer from the hand 
198   Pendent---"Art thou not of the dreamer tribe? 
199   "The poet and the dreamer are distinct, 
200   "Diverse, sheer opposite, antipodes. 
201   "The one pours out a balm upon the World, 
202   "The other vexes it." Then shouted I 
203   Spite of myself, and with a Pythia's spleen 
204   "Apollo! faded! O far flown Apollo! 
205   "Where is thy misty pestilence to creep 
206   "Into the dwellings, through the door crannies 
207   "Of all mock lyrists, large self worshipers 
208   "And careless Hectorers in proud bad verse. 
209   "Though I breathe death with them it wil be life 
210   "To see them sprawl before me into graves. 
211   "Majestic shadow, tell me where I am, 
212   "Whose altar this; for whom this incense curls; 
213   "What image this whose face I cannot see, 
214   "For the broad marble knees; and who thou art, 
215   "Of accent feminine so courteous?" 

216   Then the tall shade, in drooping linens veil'd, 
217   Spoke out, so much more earnest, that her breath 
218   Stirr'd the thin folds of gauze that drooping hung 
219   About a golden censer from her hand 
220   Pendent; and by her voice I knew she shed 
221   Long-treasured tears. "This temple, sad and lone, 
222   "Is all spar'd from the thunder of a war 
223   "Foughten long since by giant hierarchy 
224   "Against rebellion: this old image here, 
225   "Whose carved features wrinkled as he fell, 
226   "Is Saturn's; I Moneta, left supreme 
227   "Sole Priestess of this desolation."--- 
228   I had no words to answer, for my tongue, 
229   Useless, could find about its roofed home 
230   No syllable of a fit majesty 
231   To make rejoinder to Moneta's mourn. 
232   There was a silence, while the altar's blaze 
233   Was fainting for sweet food: I look'd thereon, 
234   And on the paved floor, where nigh were piled 
235   Faggots of cinnamon, and many heaps 
236   Of other crisped spice-wood---then again 
237   I look'd upon the altar, and its horns 
238   Whiten'd with ashes, and its lang'rous flame, 
239   And then upon the offerings again; 
240   And so by turns---till sad Moneta cried, 
241   "The sacrifice is done, but not the less 
242   "Will I be kind to thee for thy good will. 
243   "My power, which to me is still a curse, 
244   "Shall be to thee a wonder; for the scenes 
245   "Still swooning vivid through my globed brain, 
246   "With an electral changing misery, 
247   "Thou shalt with these dull mortal eyes behold, 
248   "Free from all pain, if wonder pain thee not." 
249   As near as an immortal's sphered words 
250   Could to a mother's soften, were these last: 
251   And yet I had a terror of her robes, 
252   And chiefly of the veils, that from her brow 
253   Hung pale, and curtain'd her in mysteries, 
254   That made my heart too small to hold its blood. 
255   This saw that Goddess, and with sacred hand 
256   Parted the veils. Then saw I a wan face, 
257   Not pin'd by human sorrows, but bright-blanch'd 
258   By an immortal sickness which kills not; 
259   It works a constant change, which happy death 
260   Can put no end to; deathwards progressing 
261   To no death was that visage; it had past 
262   The lilly and the snow; and beyond these 
263   I must not think now, though I saw that face--- 
264   But for her eyes I should have fled away. 
265   They held me back, with a benignant light, 
266   Soft mitigated by divinest lids 
267   Half-closed, and visionless entire they seem'd 
268   Of all external things;---they saw me not, 
269   But in blank splendor, beam'd like the mild moon, 
270   Who comforts those she sees not, who knows not 
271   What eyes are upward cast. As I had found 
272   A grain of gold upon a mountain's side, 
273   And twing'd with avarice strain'd out my eyes 
274   To search its sullen entrails rich with ore, 
275   So at the view of sad Moneta's brow, 
276   I ask'd to see what things the hollow brain 
277   Behind environed: what high tragedy 
278   In the dark secret chambers of her skull 
279   Was acting, that could give so dread a stress 
280   To her cold lips, and fill with such a light 
281   Her planetary eyes; and touch her voice 
282   With such a sorrow---"Shade of Memory!"--- 
283   Cried I, with act adorant at her feet, 
284   "By all the gloom hung round thy fallen house, 
285   "By this last temple, by the golden age, 
286   "By great Apollo, thy dear Foster Child, 
287   "And by thyself, forlorn divinity, 
288   "The pale Omega of a withered race, 
289   "Let me behold, according as thou saidst, 
290   "What in thy brain so ferments to and fro!" 
291   No sooner had this conjuration pass'd 
292   My devout lips, than side by side we stood 
293   (Like a stunt bramble by a solemn pine) 
294   Deep in the shady sadness of a vale, 
295   Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, 
296   Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star. 
297   Onward I look'd beneath the gloomy boughs, 
298   And saw, what first I thought an image huge, 
299   Like to the image pedestal'd so high 
300   In Saturn's temple. Then Moneta's voice 
301   Came brief upon mine ear---"So Saturn sat 
302   When he had lost his Realms---" whereon there grew 
303   A power within me of enormous ken 
304   To see as a god sees, and take the depth 
305   Of things as nimbly as the outward eye 
306   Can size and shape pervade. The lofty theme 
307   At those few words hung vast before my mind, 
308   With half-unravel'd web. I set myself 
309   Upon an eagle's watch, that I might see, 
310   And seeing ne'er forget. No stir of life 
311   Was in this shrouded vale, not so much air 
312   As in the zoning of a summer's day 
313   Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, 
314   But where the dead leaf fell there did it rest: 
315   A stream went voiceless by, still deaden'd more 
316   By reason of the fallen divinity 
317   Spreading more shade; the Naiad 'mid her reeds 
318   Prest her cold finger closer to her lips. 

319   Along the margin-sand large footmarks went 
320   No farther than to where old Saturn's feet 
321   Had rested, and there slept, how long a sleep! 
322   Degraded, cold, upon the sodden ground 
323   His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, 
324   Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were clos'd, 
325   While his bow'd head seem'd listening to the Earth, 
326   His ancient mother, for some comfort yet. 

327   It seem'd no force could wake him from his place; 
328   But there came one who, with a kindred hand 
329   Touch'd his wide shoulders after bending low 
330   With reverence, though to one who knew it not. 
331   Then came the griev'd voice of Mnemosyne, 
332   And griev'd I hearken'd. "That divinity 
333   "Whom thou saw'st step from yon forlornest wood, 
334   "And with slow pace approach our fallen King, 
335   "Is Thea, softest-natur'd of our Brood." 
336   I mark'd the Goddess in fair statuary 
337   Surpassing wan Moneta by the head, 
338   And in her sorrow nearer woman's tears. 
339   There was a listening fear in her regard, 
340   As if calamity had but begun; 
341   As if the vanward clouds of evil days 
342   Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear 
343   Was with its stored thunder labouring up. 
344   One hand she press'd upon that aching spot 
345   Where beats the human heart, as if just there, 
346   Though an immortal, she felt cruel pain; 
347   The other upon Saturn's bended neck 
348   She laid, and to the level of his hollow ear 
349   Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake 
350   In solemn tenor and deep organ tune; 
351   Some mourning words, which in our feeble tongue 
352   Would come in this-like accenting; how frail 
353   To that large utterance of the early Gods! 

354   "Saturn! look up---and for what, poor lost King? 
355   "I have no comfort for thee; no not one; 
356   "I cannot say, wherefore thus sleepest thou? 
357   "For Heaven is parted from thee, and the Earth 
358   "Knows thee not, so afflicted, for a God; 
359   "And Ocean too, with all its solemn noise, 
360   "Has from thy sceptre pass'd, and all the air 
361   "Is emptied of thine hoary majesty: 
362   "Thy thunder, captious at the new command, 
363   "Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house; 
364   "And thy sharp lightning, in unpracticed hands, 
365   "Scorches and burns our once serene domain. 
366   "With such remorseless speed still come new woes, 
367   "That unbelief has not a space to breathe. 
368   "Saturn! sleep on:---Me thoughtless, why should I 
369   "Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude? 
370   "Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes? 
371   "Saturn, sleep on, while at thy feet I weep." 

372   As when upon a tranced summer-night 
373   Forests, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, 
374   Dream, and so dream all night without a noise, 
375   Save from one gradual solitary gust, 
376   Swelling upon the silence; dying off; 
377   As if the ebbing air had but one wave; 
378   So came these words, and went; the while in tears 
379   She prest her fair large forehead to the earth, 
380   Just where her fallen hair might spread in curls, 
381   A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet. 
382   Long, long these two were postured motionless, 
383   Like sculpture builded-up upon the grave 
384   Of their own power. A long awful time 
385   I look'd upon them: still they were the same; 
386   The frozen God still bending to the earth, 
387   And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet, 
388   Moneta silent. Without stay or prop, 
389   But my own weak mortality, I bore 
390   The load of this eternal quietude, 
391   The unchanging gloom, and the three fixed shapes 
392   Ponderous upon my senses, a whole moon. 
393   For by my burning brain I measured sure 
394   Her silver seasons shedded on the night, 
395   And every day by day methought I grew 
396   More gaunt and ghostly.---Oftentimes I pray'd 
397   Intense, that Death would take me from the Vale 
398   And all its burthens---gasping with despair 
399   Of change, hour after hour I curs'd myself; 
400   Until old Saturn rais'd his faded eyes, 
401   And look'd around and saw his kingdom gone, 
402   And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, 
403   And that fair kneeling Goddess at his feet. 
404   As the moist scent of flowers, and grass, and leaves, 
405   Fills forest dells with a pervading air, 
406   Known to the woodland nostril, so the words 
407   Of Saturn fill'd the mossy glooms around, 
408   Even to the hollows of time-eaten oaks, 
409   And to the windings of the foxes' hole, 
410   With sad low tones, while thus he spake, and sent 
411   Strange musings to the solitary Pan. 
412   "Moan, brethren, moan; for we are swallow'd up 
413   "And buried from all Godlike exercise 
414   "Of influence benign on planets pale, 
415   "And peaceful sway above man's harvesting, 
416   "And all those acts which Deity supreme 
417   "Doth ease its heart of love in. Moan and wail, 
418   "Moan, brethren, moan; for lo, the rebel spheres 
419   "Spin round, the stars their ancient courses keep, 
420   "Clouds still with shadowy moisture haunt the earth, 
421   "Still suck their fill of light from sun and moon; 
422   "Still buds the tree, and still the sea-shores murmur; 
423   "There is no death in all the Universe, 
424   "No smell of death---there shall be death---Moan, moan, 
425   "Moan, Cybele, moan; for thy pernicious Babes 
426   "Have changed a god into an aching Palsy. 
427   "Moan, brethren, moan, for I have no strength left, 
428   "Weak as the reed---weak---feeble as my voice--- 
429   "O, O, the pain, the pain of feebleness. 
430   "Moan, moan, for still I thaw---or give me help; 
431   "Throw down those imps, and give me victory. 
432   "Let me hear other groans, and trumpets blown 
433   "Of triumph calm, and hymns of festival, 
434   "From the gold peaks of Heaven's high-piled clouds; 
435   "Voices of soft proclaim, and silver stir 
436   "Of strings in hollow shells; and there shall be 
437   "Beautiful things made new for the surprise 
438   "Of the sky-children." So he feebly ceas'd, 
439   With such a poor and sickly sounding pause, 
440   Methought I heard some old man of the earth 
441   Bewailing earthly loss; nor could my eyes 
442   And ears act with that pleasant unison of sense 
443   Which marries sweet sound with the grace of form, 
444   And dolorous accent from a tragic harp 
445   With large-limb'd visions.---More I scrutinized: 
446   Still fix'd he sat beneath the sable trees, 
447   Whose arms spread straggling in wild serpent forms, 
448   With leaves all hush'd; his awful presence there 
449   (Now all was silent) gave a deadly lie 
450   To what I erewhile heard---only his lips 
451   Trembled amid the white curls of his beard. 
452   They told the truth, though, round, the snowy locks 
453   Hung nobly, as upon the face of heaven 
454   A mid-day fleece of clouds. Thea arose, 
455   And stretched her white arm through the hollow dark, 
456   Pointing some whither: whereat he too rose 
457   Like a vast giant, seen by men at sea 
458   To grow pale from the waves at dull midnight. 
459   They melted from my sight into the woods; 
460   Ere I could turn, Moneta cried, "These twain 
461   "Are speeding to the families of grief, 
462   "Where roof'd in by black rocks they waste, in pain 
463   "And darkness, for no hope."---And she spake on, 
464   As ye may read who can unwearied pass 
465   Onward from th'Antichamber of this dream, 
466   Where even at the open doors awhile 
467   I must delay, and glean my memory 
468   Of her high phrase:---perhaps no further dare. 



1   " Mortal , that thou may'st understand aright, 
2   "I humanize my sayings to thine ear, 
3   "Making comparisons of earthly things; 
4   "Or thou might'st better listen to the wind, 
5   "Whose language is to thee a barren noise, 
6   "Though it blows legend-laden thro' the trees.--- 
7   "In melancholy realms big tears are shed, 
8   "More sorrow like to this, and such like woe, 
9   "Too huge for mortal tongue, or pen of scribe. 
10   "The Titans fierce, self hid or prison bound, 
11   "Groan for the old allegiance once more, 
12   "Listening in their doom for Saturn's voice. 
13   "But one of our whole eagle-brood still keeps 
14   "His sov'reignty, and rule, and majesty; 
15   "Blazing Hyperion on his orbed fire 
16   "Still sits, still snuffs the incense teeming up 
17   "From Man to the Sun's God: yet unsecure. 
18   "For as upon the earth dire prodigies 
19   "Fright and perplex, so also shudders he: 
20   "Nor at dog's howl or gloom-bird's Even screech, 
21   "Or the familiar visitings of one 
22   "Upon the first toll of his passing bell: 
23   "But horrors, portioned to a giant nerve, 
24   "Make great Hyperion ache. His palace bright, 
25   "Bastion'd with pyramids of glowing gold, 
26   "And touch'd with shade of bronzed obelisks, 
27   "Glares a blood-red thro' all the thousand courts, 
28   "Arches, and domes, and fiery galleries: 
29   "And all its curtains of Aurorian clouds 
30   "Flush angerly; when he would taste the wreaths 
31   "Of incense breathed aloft from sacred hills, 
32   "Instead of sweets, his ample palate takes 
33   "Savour of poisonous brass and metals sick. 
34   "Wherefore when harbour'd in the sleepy West, 
35   "After the full completion of fair day, 
36   "For rest divine upon exalted couch 
37   "And slumber in the arms of melody, 
38   "He paces through the pleasant hours of ease, 
39   "With strides colossal, on from hall to hall; 
40   "While far within each aisle and deep recess 
41   "His winged minions in close clusters stand 
42   "Amaz'd, and full of fear; like anxious men, 
43   "Who on a wide plain gather in sad troops, 
44   "When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers. 
45   "Even now, while Saturn, roused from icy trance, 
46   "Goes, step for step, with Thea from yon woods, 
47   "Hyperion, leaving twilight in the rear, 
48   "Is sloping to the threshold of the West.--- 
49   "Thither we tend."---Now in clear light I stood, 
50   Reliev'd from the dusk vale. Mnemosyne 
51   Was sitting on a square-edg'd polish'd stone, 
52   That in its lucid depth reflected pure 
53   Her priestess-garments.---My quick eyes ran on 
54   From stately nave to nave, from vault to vault, 
55   Through bow'rs of fragrant and enwreathed light 
56   And diamond-paved lustrous long arcades. 
57   Anon rush'd by the bright Hyperion; 
58   His flaming robes stream'd out beyond his heels, 
59   And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire, 
60   That scared away the meek ethereal hours, 
61   And made their dove-wings tremble. On he flared.