John Keats: A Literary Biography, Page 59|
by Albert Elmer Hancock (1908).
The passion for reconquest brings him to his feet. With the confidence that, though his realm be lost, he can fashion another out of chaos, he departs with Thea to seek the remnant of his host.
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Meanwhile Hyperion still rules his empire in the sun.
His palace bright,
Bastion'd with pyramids of glowing gold,
And touch'd with shade of bronzed obelisks,
Glar'd a blood red through all its thousand courts,
Arches and domes and fiery galleries;
And all its curtains of Aurorian clouds
Hyperion's rule is already threatened. Omens of disaster have shaken his giant nerves, and his minions are clustered in fear like men expectant of the earthquake that will destroy their dwellings. In this dread Hyperion approaches his palace.
He enter'd, but he entered full of wrath;
His flaming robes streamed out beyond his heels,
And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire,
That scar'd away the meek ethereal Hours
And made their dove-wings tremble. On he flared,
From stately nave to nave, from vault to vault,
Through bowers of fragrant and enwreathed light,
And diamond-paved lustrous long arcades,
Until he reached the great main cupola;
There standing fierce beneath, he stampt his foot,
And from the basements deep to the high towers
Jarr'd his own golden region.
Phantoms of doom surround him and becloud his sight. But these only inspire him, in his strength, to scorn and warlike resolution.
"The shady visions come to domineer,
Insult and blind and stifle up my pomp.
Fall! No, by Tellus and her briny robes!
Over the fiery frontier of my realms
I will advance a terrible right arm
Shall scare that infant thunderer, rebel Jove,
And bid old Saturn take his throne again."
He prepares for action. He clears away the invading vapors, veils the sun in a sable curtain of clouds and waits for the dawn. Then Clus, father of the Titans, from the universal space of the stars, recounts to him the history of the Titan brood and commands him to descend to earth in aid of the vanquished Saturn.
Ere half this region-whisper had come down,
Hyperion arose, and on the stars
Lifted his curved lids, and kept them wide
Until it ceas'd; and still he kept them wide:
And still they were the same bright, patient stars.
Then with a slow incline of his broad breast,
Like to a diver in the pearly seas,
Forward he stoop'd over the airy shore,
And plung'd all noiseless into the deep night.
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