XVI.
To this, man brings his brother! Some were there,
Who, with their desolation, had entwined
Fierce strength, and girt the sternness of despair
Fast round their bosoms, even as warriors bind
The breastplate on for fight; but brow and cheek
Seem’d theirs a torturing panoply to speak!
And there were some, from whom the very mind
Had been wrung out; they smiled—oh, startling smile,
Whence man’s high soul is fled! Where doth it sleep the while?