The stars came thick in choir.
Sleep had our Everard in her cool embrace,
Else from his cot he hardly need have stooped
To see, (and laugh to see!) the headland pine
Embossed on changing fire:
For close behind it, cooped
Within a smallest span,
In fury, up and down, and round and round,
The routed leopards of the lightning ran:
Bright, bright, inside their dungeon-bars, malign