Of sadness, dreaming o’er dark auguries,
Like this, our watch by midnight. Fearful things
Are gathering round us. Death upon the earth,
Omens in heaven! The summer skies put forth
No clear bright stars above us, but at times,
Catching some comet’s fiery hue of wrath,
Marshal their clouds to armies, traversing
Heaven with the rush of meteor-steeds—th’ array
Of spears and banners tossing like the pines
Of Pyrenean forests, when the storm