And all the Dreams that watched Urania's
And all the Echoes whom their Sister's song
Had held in holy silence, cried "Arise";
Swift as a thought by the snake Memory stung,
From her ambrosial rest the fading Splendour sprung.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822),
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