Was gone: fled with its eye malign
As it had never been. Far up the course
Precipitous and steep I seemed to see,
Anew upon my eyes, a burning dome
Scintillating, radiating from its source
A hesitant gleam adown the path. Entranced
I hung upon the sight.
Then fear fell on me; for from thence did come,
Stately, magnificent, tenfold more bright
Than the sun’s vivid noontide, crystal-clear,