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So, what did I see next but,--much as when the vault I' the west,--wherein we watch the vapory, manifold Transfiguration,--tired turns blaze to black,--behold, Peak reconciled to base, dark ending feud with bright, The multiform subsides, becomes the definite. Contrasting life and strife, where battle they i' the blank Severity of peace in death, for which we thank One wind that conies to quell the concourse, drive at last Things to a shape which suits the close of things, and cast Palpably o'er vexed earth heaven's mantle of repose?