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MAZEPPA.
“Rose crimson, and deposed the stars,
“And call’d the radiance from their cars,650
“And fill’d the earth, from his deep throne,
“With lonely lustre, all his own.
XVII.
“Up rose the sun; the mists were curl’d
“Back from the solitary world
“Which lay around—behind—before:
“What booted it to traverse o’er
“Plain, forest, river? Man nor brute,
“Nor dint of hoof, nor print of foot,
“Lay in the wild luxuriant soil;
“No sign of travel—none of toil;660
“The very air was mute;
“And not an insect’s shrill small horn,
“Nor matin bird’s new voice was borne
“From herb nor thicket. Many a werst,
“Panting as if his heart would burst,
“The weary brute still stagger’d on;
