Devoted to the sword’s tremendous task,
I follow with the rest. The Vesper-bell!
That sound shall wake th’ avenger; for ’tis come,
The time when power is in a voice, a breath,
To burst the spell which bound us. But the night
Is waning, with her stars, which one by one
Warn us to part. Friends to your homes!—your homes?
That name is yet to win. Away! prepare
For our next meeting in Palermo’s walls.
The Vesper-bell! Remember!