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And wondrous works of substances unknown,

To which the enchantment of her father's power
Had changed those ragged blocks of savage stone,
Were heaped in the recesses of her bower;
Carved lamps and chalices, and vials which shone205
In their own golden beams—each like a flower,
Out of whose depth a fire-fly shakes his light
Under a cypress in a starless night.

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At first she lived alone in this wild home,

And her own thoughts were each a minister,210
Clothing themselves, or with the ocean foam,
Or with the wind, or with the speed of fire,
To work whatever purposes might come
Into her mind; such power her mighty Sire
Had girt them with, whether to fly or run,215
Through all the regions which he shines upon.

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The Ocean-nymphs and Hamadryades,

Oreads and ISaiads, with long weedy locks,
Offered to do her bidding through the seas,
Under the earth, and in the hollow rocks,220
And far beneath the matted roots of trees,
And in the gnarled heart of stubborn oaks,
So they might live for ever in the light
Of her sweet presence—each a satellite.

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'This may not be,' the wizard maid replied;225

'The fountains where the Naiades bedew
Their shining hair, at length are drained and dried;
The solid oaks forget their strength, and strew
Their latest leaf upon the mountains wide;
The boundless ocean like a drop of dew 230
Will be consumed—the stubborn centre must
Be scattered, like a cloud of summer dust.

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'And ye with them will perish, one by one;—

If I must sigh to think that this shall be,
If I must weep when the surviving Sun235
Shall smile on your decay—oh, ask not me
To love you till your little race is run;
I cannot die as ye must—over me
Your leaves shall glance—the streams in which've dwell
Shall be my paths henceforth, and so—farewell!'— 240