Who dares do this and live? Who dares assail
Thy star-kissed forehead, pure and marble-pale;
And thou so self-possessed 'mid all the stir,
And like to Pallas born of Mulciber?
VI.
Oh, I've beheld the sun, at setting time,
Peep o'er the hills as if to say good-bye;
And I have hailed it with the sudden rhyme
Of some new thought, full-freighted with a sigh.