Broad-shoulder'd, and of Gothic form,
Strong-built, and hoary like a sea;
A high sea broken up by storm.
His face was brown and overwrought
By seams and shadows born of thought,
Not over gentle. And his eyes,
Bold, restless, resolute, and deep,
Too deep to flow like shallow fount
Of common men where waters mount
And men bend down their heads and weep—