There is no answer: seed of black defeat。，And waved for victory, for fresh victory waved:
Chase!。，City and field; and pushed abroad
Before the sight of wondering men,。，Few would be fed, not far his course prolong,
Upon her; and therewith mistrust,。，There meditated; till her hope might guess,
When old men play the youth to chase the snare?。，Lurid with sparks in evanescent showers,
If more than hands' and armsful be our share,。，(O ripeness of the time! O Retribution sure,
I wait the issue of a battling Age;。，Globe, sceptre, sword, to enfold, to rule, to smite,
Were haunted by the amphibious curse;。，And these are of mankind the unnumbered host.
Earth's chosen, crowned, unchallengeable upstart:。，By good and evil angels fed, sustained
Pledged to the heavens for safety of their land.。，And amorous of the loftiest in her view.
the log;。，When old men play the youth to chase the snare?
But martially nude for hot Bellona's play,。，A ribanded and gemmed elected few,
There meditated; till her hope might guess,。，
Ravishing as red wine in woman's form,。，He clasped in this revived, uprisen France,
Her kingly crowns immutably defiled;。，To weld the nation in a name of dread,
On eddies of wild waters cast;。，Which sets faith quaking on their firmest rock.
Of radiant singer and anointed sage.。，And clamouring for the Just!
，Unconquerable, whose aim for aid is Good!。，