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Far down upon the plain the large round moon
Sank red in jungle mist; but on the heights
The cold clear darkness burned with restless stars:
And, restless as the stars, the grim old King
Paced with fierce choleric strides the monstrous ridge
Of boulders piled to make the city wall.
Muttering his wrath within his cloudy beard,
He moved, and paused, and turned. The starlight caught
The huge bent gold that ringed his giant head,
Gleamed on the jewel-fringed vast lion-fells
That clothed his stature, ran in dusky play
Along the ponderous bronze that armed his spear.
Sank red in jungle mist; but on the heights
The cold clear darkness burned with restless stars:
And, restless as the stars, the grim old King
Paced with fierce choleric strides the monstrous ridge
Of boulders piled to make the city wall.
Muttering his wrath within his cloudy beard,
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The huge bent gold that ringed his giant head,
Gleamed on the jewel-fringed vast lion-fells
That clothed his stature, ran in dusky play
Along the ponderous bronze that armed his spear.
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