From the star-desert to the stony one—
Scanned the dark waste where yet no hearth fire burned:
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But through the veil of night, around me there,
Rose towering shapes clothed in the voiceless air,
Like kings enthroned amid their powers’ decay—
Statue, and ruined shrine, and temple bare:
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Dolmen, and sphinx, and Greek or Gothic fane,