Four-fold starry gold that sent
Barbs of fire redolent;—
And the sea was moaning, moaning;—
'Neath their burning crowns their eyes
Burned like southern stars the skies
Rock in shattered storm that flies,—
And a wind was groaning.
Wisdom's eyes of lurid dark;
And each red mouth like a spark
Flashed and laughed off care and cark,—