What widow’d land shall now her widowhood deplore?
Sit thou in silence! Thou that wert enthroned
On many waters!—thou, whose augurs read
The language of the planets, and disown’d
The mighty Name it blazons!—veil thy head,
Daughter of Babylon! The sword is red
From thy destroyer’s harvest, and the yoke
Is on thee, O most proud!—for thou hast said,
“I am, and none beside!” Th’ Eternal spoke;
Thy glory was a spoil, thine idol-gods were broke!