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He paused; but all were mute. With eyes that flashed
Sun-like, he looked around. No sound, no stir,
'Mong all those myriads was there. Then, at length,
The well known sign he gave; and instantly,—
Ere quickest eye of eagle could have glanced
From rock to plain,—the spirit-host was gone;
The dead sun's heart again was solitude.