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A LOST KINGDOM OF GODS
A FRAGMENT
The vast Olympian Heaven vanishesLike the frail wreck of clouds that travel slow
After a thunder-storm, when eastward far
They sink, forever fainter, lower, down
In evening dusk among dark mountain peaks,
With vague unpurposed thunders, nerveless bolts
Of dull forgetful lightnings; and its King,
Who made an earthquake if he bent his brows,
Goes with his kind in half-forgotten dreams,
Such as we dream, and, waking, find are naught,
But feel their nothing breathe in all the air.
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