This night our long dominion ends;
Stern Saturn, with his stony eyes,
Smiles grimly on his sacrifice.”
“Henceforth all poetry is dead!”
And as he spoke, above his head
In masses rolled the weltering clouds;
The stars still lay within their shrouds;
Save Saturn, whose untroubled light
Almost made daylight of the night.
With groans the myriad mourners said—