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IX. URANIA.
Urania! Voice of Heaven, sidereal Muse!—Lo, through the dark vault issuing from afar,
She comes, reclining on a lucid star:
Her dark eyes, trembling through celestial dews,
The glory of high thoughts far off diffuse:
While the bright surges of her refluent hair
Stream back, upraised upon sustaining air
Which lifts that scarf deep-dyed in midnight hues
To a wide arch above her hung like heaven.
I closed my eyes. Athwart me, like a blast,
Music as though of jubilant gods was driven.
Once more I gazed. That form divine had passed
Earth's dark confine. The ocean's utmost rim
Burned yet a moment: then the world grew dim.
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