Or sands sucked whirling into fell simooms;
One gasp for breath, one strangled, bitter cry,
And the cold, wild snow closed smothering in,
And cast their forms about with icy shrouds,
And crushed the life out, and entombed them there,—
Nobler than kings Egyptian in their pyramids,
Embalmèd in the mountain mausoleum,
And part of all its grand unconsciousness
Forever.
Its still dream resumed the Mount;