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ATLANTIS.
There blazed no sun-lit shield, no gemmed array Of armèd princes, mighty to prevail: They slept, who erst made mirthful every gale—Their death-drawn lids full heavy were with rest! Then who for fear and wonder waxed not pale,Nor shrieked with grief, nor beat the sobbing breast?But hate nor weeping love the slumberers might molest.
XXI.Alas, the pallid dead! they mutely slept, Forever unaware of foe and friend:If roses bloomed, if skies their grandeur kept, If whirlwinds made the writhing seas contend, If earthquakes all the panting hills did rend,They recked not: Peace, to them, her quiet gave, Wail, wail, Atlantis! since if Love must end,No bounding heart shall wintry grief out-brave:When fall the bolts of wrath, no god enthroned shall save.
