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from the storm*, smiling amidst the disorder of the
sky. But to me thy light is vain, whether thou
spreadest thy gold-yellow curls on the face of the
eastern cloud* (banishing night from every place,
except from the eye of the bard thatnever shall see
thy light); orwhenthoutrem blest in the west, at the
dusky doors of the Ocean. (But thus aged, feeble,
and grey, thou shalt yet be alone; thy progress in
the sky shall be slow, and thou shalt be blind like
me on the hill. Dark as the changeful moon,
shall be thy wandering in the heavens; thou
shalt not hear the awakening voice of the Morn-
ing, like the heroes that rise no more. The
hunter shall survey the plain, but shall not be-
hold thy coming form. Sad he will return, his
tears pouring forth: — *' My favourite hound!
the sun has forsaken us!") — Perhaps thou art
like me, at times strong, feeble at times; our
years descending from the sky, and hastening to-
gether towards their end. Rejoice, O sun! as
thou advancest in the vigour of thy youth. Age
is sad and unlovely: it is like the useless moon
in thesky, gliding through a dark cloud on thefield,
when the grey mist is by the side of the stoney
heaps; the blast of the north is on the plain; the
traveller is languid and slow. (The light of the
* Noise,
t The passages within the parenthesis, are not in the Society's edi-
■lion.