...and the clouds are lightly curled Eound their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world. There they smile in secret, looking over wasted lands, Blight...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music, centred in a doleful song, Steaming up, a lamentation, and an ancient...

...their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...

...nectar, and their bolts are hurl'd Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. — Surely, surely slumber is more sweet than toil ; the shore, Than labour in the deep mid-ocean,...

...their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...

...their nectar, and the bolts are hurl'd Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...

...their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a inusie centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...

...environing circle of fire, until, at last, scorpion-like, he ends despair in self-destruction : — " Where they smile in secret, looking over wasted lands,...and famine, plague and earthquake, roaring deeps and praying hands. But they smile : they find a music centred in a doleful song, Steaming up, a lamentation...

...their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...

...and the clouds are lightly curled Eoand their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world. There they smile in secret, looking over wasted lands, Blight...and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hand*. But they smile, they find a music, centred in a doleful song. Steaming up, a lamentation, and...

...their nectar, and the bolts are hujled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...