Hyperion

"Deep in the shady sadness of a vale," the poem begins, and there sits Saturn, the dethroned king of heaven, grey-haired and quiet as a stone, so still that a dead leaf falls beside him and does not stir again. Keats set out to write an epic of the Titans overthrown by the young Olympians, and made instead a war poem with no battle in it: vast grieving gods crouched in a lightless den, arguing over what they have lost, while Hyperion, the sun, the one Titan not yet fallen, paces his blazing palace sick with omens.