XIV.

Was not wild Nature, in that elder-time, Clothed with a deeper power?--earth’s wandering race, Exploring realms of solitude sublime, Not as _we_ see, beheld her awful face! Art had not tamed the mighty scenes which met Their searching eyes; unpeopled kingdoms lay In savage pomp before them--all was yet Silent and vast, but not as in decay; And the bright daystar, from his burning throne, Look’d o’er a thousand shores, untrodden, voiceless, lone.