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A Bower in the Arsacides

           Whenthevastbodyhadatlastbeenstrippedofitsfathomdeepenfoldings,andthebonesbecomedustdryinthesun,thentheskeletonwascarefullytransportedupthePupellaglen,whereagrandtempleoflordlypalmsnowshelteredit.

           Theribswerehungwithtrophies;thevertebraewerecarvedwithArsacideanannals,instrangehieroglyphics;intheskull,thepriestskeptupanunextinguishedaromaticflame,sothatthemysticheadagainsentforthitsvaporyspout;while,suspendedfromabough,theterrificlowerjawvibratedoverallthedevotees,likethehair-hungswordthatsoaffrightedDamocles.

           Itwasawondroussight.ThewoodwasgreenasmossesoftheIcyGlen;thetreesstoodhighandhaughty,feelingtheirlivingsap;theindustriousearthbeneathwasasaweaver’sloom,withagorgeouscarpetonit,whereoftheground-vinetendrilsformedthewarpandwoof,andthelivingflowersthefigures.Allthetrees,withalltheirladenbranches;alltheshrubs,andferns,andgrasses;themessage-carryingair;alltheseunceasinglywereactive.Throughthelacingsoftheleaves,thegreatsunseemedaflyingshuttleweavingtheunweariedverdure.Oh,busyweaver!unseenweaver!pause!oneword!whitherflowsthefabric?whatpalacemayitdeck?whereforealltheseceaselesstoilings?Speak,weaver!staythyhand!butonesinglewordwiththee!Naytheshuttlefliesthefiguresfloatfromforththeloom;thefresher-rushingcarpetforeverslidesaway.

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