Thy shadow, Earth, from Pole to Central Sea, | a | ||||
Now steals along upon the Moon's meek shine | b | ||||
In even monochrome and curving line | b | ||||
Of imperturbable serenity. | a | ||||
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How shall I link such sun-cast symmetry | a | |||
With the torn troubled form I know as thine, | b | ||||
That profile, placid as a brow divine, | b | ||||
With continents of moil and misery? | a | ||||
And can immense Mortality but throw | c | ||||
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So small a shade, and Heaven's high human scheme | d | |||
Be hemmed within the coasts yon arc implies? | e | ||||
Is such the stellar gauge of earthly show, | c | ||||
Nation at war with nation, brains that teem, | d | ||||
Heroes, and women fairer than the skies? | e | ||||
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