Before, behind, from every quarter flash
Their moods reflected. Let them tell the tale,
Nay, let them whisper, glance, or shrug one hint
Of what they find in earth about, and lo!
In this, their tale of it, all read their own.
XVI.
I wander much. There came a change at last.
Our charge was better; and, one afternoon,
Almost before I found that he had waked,
Upon my cheeks arose a burning heat,