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APHRODITE AND ZEUS.
O soul of beauty, thou art veilëd nowTo all but lone imagination's eye
When dreams, not of the earth, are wandering by.
Of thy divinity discrownëd, thou,
The thought of whom the stony knees could bow
Of the old demigods of earth, Zeus, high
Throned o'er the thrones of heaven, the majesty
That silent sits upon thy awful brow
Crushed to thy feet the greatest sons of her
Who shares the life of words that cannot die.
Sea-sprung Dione—Thunderer—what ye were
Ye are not! yet from out the memory
Of earth ye shall not pass, for man hath given,
In stone, an immortality to heaven.
May 2nd, 1843.
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