And bids to watch the pace of slow events
To time the action;—for it seems to bind
The ethereal soul upon a fire intense,
Lit by herself within the kindling breast,
Prompting to act, while she restrains to rest.
II.
Two nights had passed, and, Waban lingering still,
Williams began to doubt his steadfast faith;
Quick was his foot o’er forest, vale and hill,
His swerveless eyes aye keeping true his path.