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KRONOS
As one of those huge monsters of the sky,Fierce with the flame of fiery floating hair,
Falls from the zenith through the upper air,
Threatening the planets from their paths on high,
Jarring creation from its harmony,
Spreading on earth destruction and despair,
Affrighting men to temples and vain prayer,
So from the summit of his majesty
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Usurping; and no matter what is left—
How smooth or tangled grows his god-life's weft—
With how swift footing or how slow the years
Speed on, for him forever there remains
A thunder and a chaos in the spheres.
1883.
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