a mighty Darkness
Filling the seat of power; and rays of gloom
Dart round, as light from the meridian Sun,
Ungazed upon and shapeless, neither limb
Nor form, nor outline; yet we feel it is
A living Spirit.
Prometheus Unbound (II, iv, 2–7)
KeywordsMold Posit Verse Tame
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