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That catches but the palest tinge of The day-stars of their age;-Soul of
And which the straining eye can hardly seize
When melting into castern twilight's shadow,
Were scarce so thin, so slight; but
the fair star
That gems the glittering coronet of
Sheds not a light so mild, so powerful,
As that which, bursting from the Fairy's form,
Spread a purpureal halo round the
Yet with an undulating motion, Swayed to her outline gracefully.
From her celestial car
The Fairy Queen descended, And thrice she waved her wand Circled with wreaths of amaranth: Her thin and misty form Moved with the moving air, And the clear silver tones, As thus she spoke, were such As are unheard by all but gifted ear.
Stars! your balmiest influence shed!
Let not a breath be seen to stir
Judged alone worthy of the envied boon, That waits the good and the sincere; that waits
Those who have struggled, and with resolute will
Vanquished earth's pride and meanness, burst the chains, The icy chains of custom, and have shone
The coursers seemed to gather speed;
The sea no longer was distinguished; IF solitude hath ever led thy steps
To the wild ocean's echoing shore,
Appeared a vast and shadowy sphere;