Like midnight's levying brazier-beacon blazed。，Till setting of her sun.
Yesterday's clarion cock scudded hen of the invalid comb;。，Endures for sign of Order's calm return,
To count some inches o'er the common fry.。，At every wild-winged hope struck by mischance
For those who sparkled, Night.。，Pledged to the heavens for safety of their land.
Safety she kissed on her drawn sword,。，III
A conquering army's height above the land,。，
To clutch and squeeze her snakes; herself the more。，His thunderous footsteps on the foeman's ground,
Breathing from exultation to despair。，Out of the course of ancient ruts and grooves,
Like dotage of the past-meridian dame。，The mind in strenuous tasks hilarious.
It squeezed the globe, insufferably swelled。，Awatch for his predestined ones,
This wallower in old slime to noblest heights,。，They walk no longer with a stumbler blind,
Forth from her bearded tube of lacquey brass,。，Loud through a night, and at dawn comes change to the great South-
A breezeless flag above a shroud。，Reflected bright in permanence: she bled
Their Nelson's word, to beat the foe,。，Upon her; and therewith mistrust,
And spare the fall'n, before them shone.。，Since with his weapons, all the arms of Night,
The sole sure way to save her priceless bud.。，
She watched his desert features, hung to hear。，From off the meteor gleam of his waved sword
，It sang the gift that comes from God。，Had view of her one-day's heavenly lover again;