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7. The day becomes more solemn and serene When noon is past—there is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or
seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been !
Thus let thy power, which like the truth
Of nature on my passive youth
Its calm—to one who worships thee,
Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind.
I MET a traveller from an antique land
things) The hand that mocked them and the heart that
fed : And on the pedestal these words appear: “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.
1 Compare this with the passage about the pyramids in Queen Mab, section ix, page 69 of vol. i.
END OF VOL. II.