Shaggy and bold, and wreathèd horns superb,
The breathing creature stood; as beautiful,
Beneath him, shewed his shadowy counterpart.
Each had his glowing mountains, each his sky,
And each seemed centre of his own fair world:
Antipodes unconscious of each other,
Yet, in partition, with their several spheres,
Blended in perfect stillness, to our sight![KS]
"Ah! what a pity were it to disperse,
Or to disturb, so fair a spectacle,