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Ode to Naples, 1820

Shadowy Aornos darkened o’ er the helm
The horizontal aether; Heaven stripped bare
Its depths over Elysium, where the prow
Made the invisible water white as snow;
From that Typhaean mount, Inarime,
  There streamed a sunbright vapour, like the standard
     Of some aethereal host;
     Whilst from all the coast,
  Louder and louder, gathering round, there wandered
Over the oracular woods and divine sea
Prophesyings which grew articulate -
They seize me - I must speak them! - be they fate!