And thither laden with Earth’s hope and want,
Her symbol’d sighs and riches of her pain,
Down separate passes of the mountain streaming
Wound onward each amid his marvelling train,
Those sages drawn from towers of midnight haunt
By their prophetic dreaming;
And trumpet thrilled to trumpet thro’ the night,
And torches told of glistering strange attire,
Where met those three kings on one errand led.
What image shaped they of the World’s Desire,