 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Whiles yet great Nebo spake; so swiftly under us,
Removed our flitting feet, I might uneath
Draw vital breath: seemed us wide realms we passed.
When little and little ralented was our course.
We a mighty Land beheld, in Merlins glass:
Of mountain-chines, plains tawny, desolate;
Wherein clay villages, and mens tillage scant;
Few cities walled, of aspect ruinous.
Removed our flitting feet, I might uneath
Draw vital breath: seemed us wide realms we passed.
When little and little ralented was our course.
We a mighty Land beheld, in Merlins glass:
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Wherein clay villages, and mens tillage scant;
Few cities walled, of aspect ruinous.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |