LVIII.
“Cleft down the second, who, with wild amaze,
But faintly fought;—straight from the Bright-Eyed Fawn
The bands were cut, and from the rising blaze
She springs unscathed. The slumberers on the lawn
Were not forgot: they slept—they sleep—yet gaze
(If gaze that be which is all sightless); dawn,
Noon, and night, are one. Broad Antler’s ghost
Wandered not long upon Sowaniu’s coast;
LIX.