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Methinks had you the power, you would call
Some all-annihilating ruin down
Upon this old earth. When the bearded star
Last Autumn seem'd to threat the beechen woods
So low it hung, so fiery-menacing,
I'd watch you gaze on it as tho' you pray'd
Some conflagration hasten on the day
Supreme when Earth, dismasted, derelict,
Shall roll thro' space her all-dispeopled hull
Drifting, abandon'd on the tide of stars
To split in shatter'd wrack athwart the prow
Of some huge planet's hostile oncoming.
What is it that you lack, that you lament,
What makes you go so sadly, in the sun?


Ombrage:

I seek a beauty Earth has not to give,
And I am tangl'd in as curs'd a web
As ever the weaving sisters wrought awry.