There was a listening fear in her regard As if calamity had but begun As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up One hand she press'd upon that aching spot Where beats the human heart as if just there Though an immortal she felt cruel pain The other upon Saturn's bended neck She laid and to the level of his ear Leaning with parted lips some words she spake In solemn tenour and deep organ tone Some mourning words which in our feeble tongue Would come in these like accents O how frail To that large utterance of the early Gods, dim light, dark art, somber, dramatic, detailed, intricate details, 8k, best quality, hdr, masterpiece, 19th century