Are hush as the stillness that heralds the storm.
3.
And the Memphian, at midnight, lay smiling and pleased,
His sin all unshriven, his God unappeas’d,
Till o’er his dark slumbers chill shadows were curl’d,
And the soul of the dreamer was far from the world.
4.
And he lay in the coils of the death-spirit, mute,
With a seal on his lips, like the blast in the fruit:
And he seem’d as when hoar-frost hath stiffen’d the flower;