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\ ■ 1 I ». ^ 'Then it b tnw, Htuant, chat thoa ban nuriMd thy agwi'parant! .. To Utha sport or wintry viads.' nid ^im t ' it this tnMT It b a lie, and 1 am liko the traa torn by tho wind, • ' ' ' Thoa cyelcM fiand and yoa dinamhtora 1 la thia TiritTa* |,' honsa? It ta as lalaa as Matha, and as dark as vacant Oicoa. . EiGBptb ya fiands, for ^jim will not lift haa hand agalatt yOi' So faying, IJIm gloomy tnmad hit back, and iHant loaght1^ Moat IbvHtt, and aU night waadaiad b dasolaia wayi. And agad TSrial itood and laid: *Whara doaa tha thmdar sleep?Where doth ba hida hb tarribb head? and hb swift and fieiy daughters.Where do they shroud thab fiery wings, and tha terrors of thair hair?Earth, thas I stamp thy bosom I foosa tha aarthquaka from hbj den, To raise hb dark and boming visage through tha cleaving ground.To thrust these towers with hb shoulders I Let hb fiery dogsRias from the csntrsb belching flamaa and roaring dark smoke IWhere art thou, Pastabocak that bathast in logs and standing; bkes? Raise op thy shiggish Hmba, and bt the Ipathsomest of Drop from thy gannenta aa thou walkest, wrapped b yellow|, ckmdsl * ! Here take thy seat b thb wide court ; let b be atvswn with And sit and sadb upon these cnraed sous of Tiriel !Thunder, and fii% and psatilsMa, besir you not Tiriells cwae?' » u>. T^B PROPHETIC BOOKS. 157 ; | H« OHMed. TIm hMivf doods confused rolled rooad thai loftj towen,Dbchaigiof thdr oDonnotu voiced at the (ktbo^t cotm.*.TIm earth treaibled, fires belched from the yawning clefts, . And, when the shaking ceased, a fog posMieed tht aoeuaed ciima. - . • ! I• t The cry vaa great in TSriel's paUoe. Hu fiv« daaghtart ran, \ And caught hfan hy the garments, weeptag with ccies of Utter » '\ . :i 'Ay, now yon feel the cune, you cry I but may all ears ha ' !' As Uriel's, and all eyes as bliod as Tiriers, to your woes IJiay never starsshine on your roofs, may never sun nor moonVint yon, hot eternal fogs hover around your walls I—Heia, my youngest daughter, thou shalt lead me from this And let the cune fell on the rest, and wrap them up together I * He ceased, and Hela led her father from the noisome place.In haste they fled, while all the sons and daughters of Tiriel,Chained in thick darkness, uttered cries of moumbg all the night.And in the morning, lo I an hundred men in ghastly death,The four daughters, stretched on the marble pavement, silent, allFallen by the pestUenoe,— the rest moped round in guilty fears ;And all the children in their beds were cut off in one night.Thirty of TSriel's sons remained, to wither in the palace--PeeoUta, loathed, dumb, astonished— waiting for black death. And Hela led her father through the silence of the night,Aiionbhed^ silent, till tl)e morning beams began to spring. ' Now, HeU, I can go with pleasure, and dweU with Har and 1 it /! 158 BLAKE'S POEMS. v '.
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