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FROM THE PRoo1ETHEua-Bg Sheteg. The crawling glaciers pierce nc with the

 spears ,s. Oftheirmoon-freezin crystals; the bagh'

 chains Eat with their burning cold into my bones; Heavens swinged honud, poliuting from thy

 lips ifs peak in poison not his own, tears up Myheart; and shapeIess sights come val

 derlng by, The ghastly pc pie Of the realms of dream Moeking me: aud the Earthquake -tiends To wreuch the rivots from my quivering

 wounds When Ike rocks split and close again be

 hind: While from thoir loud abysses bowling

 throng The genl of ethe storm, urging the rage of whirlwind, and alllict me with keen

 hail. And yet to ne is welcome day and night, Whether one breaks the hoar frost oi the

 morn. Or starry, dim, and slow, the other climbs lead fssn.cnIa Iar,ds2 east Tor then Inc J The wingless, crawling hours, one among As some dark Priest hales the reluctant

 victim Shall drag thee, cruel King, to kiss the

 blood From these pale feet, which then might

 trample thee If they disdain'd not such prostrate

 slave. Disdain! Ann pity'thee. What ruip Will hunt thee und efended through the

 vide Heaven! How will .ly sou! eleven to its depth with

 terror, Cape like ahell within! speak in grief, Not exultation, for hate no more Ks then, ere misery made me wise. The

 curse Once breathed on thee would recall. Ye

 Mountains, Whose many voiced Echoes, through the

 mist Of cataracts, flung the thunder of that

 spell! ie icy Springs, stagnant with wrinkling Which vibratcd to hear me, and then shudaering throngh India! Thouserenest

 Air, Through which the Sun walks burning

 without beams! And ye swift whirlwlnds, who on poised

 wings Hung mute aud moyeiess OCT yon hush'd

 abyss, As thunder, louder than your own. made

 rec!s The onbed world! If then my words had

 power, Though am changed so that aught evil

 wish Is dead within; although no memory be Of what is hate, let them not lose ii now! What was that curse! for ye all heard me

 speak!