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This mood hath known all beauty for it sees / O'erwhelmed majesties / In these pale forms, and kingly crowns of gold / On brows no longer bold, / And through the shadowy terrors of their hell / The love for which they fell, / And how desire which cast them in the deep / Called God too from his sleep.
O, pity, only seer, who looking through / A heart melted like dew, / Seest the long perished in the present thus, / For ever dwell in us.
Whatever time thy golden eyelids ope / They travel to a hope; / Not only backward from these low degrees / To starry dynasties, / But, looking far where now the silence owns / And rules from empty thrones, / Thou seest the enchanted halls of heaven burn / For joy at our return.
Thy tender kiss hath memory we are kings / For all our wanderings.
Thy shining eyes already see the after / In hidden light and laughter.