Their tempter's moment o'er the black abyss,。，Nor at their tardy meeting nursed regret.
XII。，Strike camp, and onward, like the wind's cloud-fleets.
Therein a serious Baron stuck his lance;。，Pledged to the combat; they unto me have in nowise a harm done;
She fills, with laugh at shallow laws。，To whom in blindness, as an earthy seed
Even as countless hot-pressed flies in their multitudes traverse,。，How that it is a warfare but begun;
Worse, it is thou whose threat 'tis to ravish my prize from me,。，
And their first touch of lips, as he lay cold,。，Elusive to allure, since he grew tame.
Whence reverence round grey-haired story grew:。，
That swiftly may her star of eve descend,。，She plays the winding snake, the shrinking snail,
The hands of whom were given in bond elsewhere;。，By heavenly: and the world is hers
What undermines the race who mount the rose;。，Some shadow lurked aloof of ancient time;
Her gentleness imparts exhaling ease。，They governed, even as men; they welcomed lays.
On rocks that spout their springs to the sacred mounts.。，Or is it heart for heart that craves,
Yet skyward branched, with loftier mark and range.。，God being there while he his fight maintains;
Might seem accorded when he fawned and prayed;。，Incomplete, were the light for which he dies,
Of strength well spent, which is the strength renewed.。，A tread on shingle timed his lame advance
，Ethereal Beauty in full morningtide.。，