And in the bordure of her robe was writ
Wisdom, a name to shake
Hoar anarchies, as with a thunderfit.
This in 1842 appears as:—
And in her raiment’s hem was trac’d in flame
Wisdom, a name to shake
All evil dreams of power—a sacred name.
Again, in the Lotos Eaters
Three thunder-cloven thrones of oldest snow
Stood sunset-flushed
is changed into
Three silent pinnacles of aged snow.
So in Will Waterproof the cumbrous
Like Hezekiah’s backward runs
The shadow of my days,
was afterwards simplified into