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Deep in the shady sadness of a vale / Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, / Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, / Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone, / Still as the silence round about his lair; / Forest on forest hung about his head / Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, / Not so much life as on a summer's day / Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, / But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
A stream went voiceless by, still deadened more / By reason of his fallen divinity / Spreading a shade: the Naiad 'mid her reeds / Press'd her cold finger closer to her lips.