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XXII.And soon shall Heaven its fiery vengeance wreak; Destruction hastes, and none shall help decree,Vainly the guilty people, kneeling, shriek— Powerless the arm to thwart, the foot to flee. O stricken island, dread thy doom shall be!From verge to verge, lo, sudden darkness falls, And utter silence, sealing land and sea.An awful solitude the soul appalls—No night-bewildered bird, or beast, his fellow calls.
XXIII.Then through the desert spheres, one, soaring, sped, Whose far-heard voice of wrath did prophesy:"Shall proud Atlantis yet exalt her head, Uprear her puny arm, the heavens defy, Make mock afar and snatch what gods deny?Behold the veiléd stars her judgment wait, The unleashed thunders crouch within the sky!Who shall the rage of whelming tides abate?She shall be fallen, fallen, fallen, who was great!"
