With hue like that when some great painter dips His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse. XXIV She stood beside him like a rainbow braided Within some storm when scarce its shadows vast With imagery beautiful as dream We went, and left the shades which tend on sleep Over its unregarded gold to keep Their silent watch.--The child trod faintingly, And, as she went, the tears which she did weep Glanced in the starlight; wildered seemed she, From the blue paths of the swift sun And, when I spake, for sobs she could have faded; I led him forth from that which now might seem The past had come again; and the swift fall Of one so great and terrible of yore To desolateness in the hearts of all A gorgeous grave: through portals Like wonder stirred who saw such awful sculptured deep change befall. Cast gentle looks where the lone man The flood recede from which their thirst was lying Shrouding his head, which now that infant fair Clasped on her lap in silence ;through the air Sobs were then heard, and many kissed my feet In pity's madness, and to the despair Of him whom late they cursed a solace sweet His very victims brought-soft looks and speeches meet. XXXVI Then to a home for his repose assigned, Accompanied by the still throng, he went Was torn, to see Earth from her general womb In silence, where, to soothe his rank- Pour forth her swarming sons to a ling mind, Some likeness of his ancient state was lent; And, if his heart could have been innocent S fraternal doom; XXXIX To see far glancing in the misty morn ing L |