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'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, / If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' / Said Ida; 'let us down and rest;' and we / Down from the lean and wrinkled precipices, / By every coppice-feathered chasm and cleft, / Dropt through the ambrosial gloom to where below / No bigger than a glow-worm shone the tent / Lamp-lit from the inner. Once she leaned on me, / Descending; once or twice she lent her hand, / And blissful palpitations in the blood, / Stirring a sudden transport rose and fell.
But when we planted level feet, and dipt / Beneath the satin dome and entered in, / There leaning deep in broidered down we sank / Our elbows: on a tripod in the midst / A fragrant flame rose, and before us glowed / Fruit, blossom, viand, amber wine, and gold.