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SYMBOLICAL.
There stood an old-world temple by the shoreOf the great Sea, that moaned as in unrest,
As if 'gainst sense of change forefelt, opprest,
Seeking assurance. But the Earth had store
Of her own troubles. The grand columns bore
The earthquake's shattering marks, the lurid crest
O' th' altar angry lightnings did invest
For holy fire; gods' statues strewed the floor.
The wind came moaning in long soughs and sighs;
The thunder-step of storm with tread of fire
Moved on dark, van-ward clouds of sunset-skies.
“Great Pan is dead,” came, mournful as a lyre
Whose last chord breaks: an echo sad replies
From out the ages, dreader far, more dire!
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