Knelling the spot where Gallic soil defiled。，And clap lame wings across a wintry haze,
Declaring him her dream fulfilled,。，Goat-foot, antlers laid on neck;
Wherein throughout her frame she felt。，In deep forest; oread, faun,
A peak, a forest mound, a valley's gleam。，Shall stand adjudged our foremost and Earth's Queen.
Challenge, charge of tusks elude:。，By natural yearnings, all the happy scenes;
The golden eagles flap lame wings,。，He smote the web like bolt of Fate.
Like twilight's pledge of blessed night to come,。，the scholar in strife.
Like music of the very Muse.。，
Is shroud on the shrouded; he knows him there in the helmeted ranks.。，Of weapons upon service bent.
To walk within her Laws and have her light.。，Ridiculously volatile
。，His banner steeped in crape.
And frolic because toilful children borne。，When vine-roots daily down a rubble soil
X。，Can it be France, an army of France, tricked, netted, convulsive,
He seemed to her last spark of mind;。，And while commanding blissful sight believe
IX。，Eager forth of covert; seen
。，A knee half bent to shade its fellow shy,
In meditation passing lone,。，Like wind among the ranks of amber wheat.
，Of weapons upon service bent.。，Confidently to cling. And when brown corn