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‘There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,

Norman Lockyer says that this is a true description of the sun.


If that hypothesis of theirs be sound’
Said Ida; ‘let us down and rest;’ and we
Down from the lean and wrinkled precipices,
By every coppice-feather'd chasm and cleft,
Dropt thro' the ambrosial gloom to where below
No bigger than a glow-worm shone the tent
Lamp-lit from the inner. Once she lean'd on me,
Descending; once or twice she lent her hand,
And blissful palpitations in the blood,
Stirring a sudden transport rose and fell.
But when we planted level feet, and dipt
Beneath the satin dome and enter'd in,
There leaning deep in broider'd down we sank
Our elbows: on a tripod in the midst
A fragrant flame rose, and before us glow'd
Fruit, blossom, viand, amber wine, and gold.
Then she, ‘Let some one sing to us: lightlier move

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The minutes fledged with music:’ and a maid,
Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang.