But what is this, exultant, unforseen,
Which cleaves the dark? A fearful, burning thing!
Is it the moon? Or Saturn's scarlet ring
Hurl'd into space? It is the tempest-sun!
It is the advent of the Phœban king
Which tells the valleys that the storm is done!
XXI.
VICTOR HUGO.
Victor the King! alive to-day, not dead!
Behold, I bring thee with a subject's hand