Its torrents could not tame;
Though stillness lay, with eve’s last smile,
Round those far fountains of the Nile.
Night came with stars. Across his soul
There swept a sudden change:
E’en at the pilgrim’s glorious goal,
A shadow dark and strange
Breathed from the thought, so swift to fall
O’er triumph’s hour—and is this all?[328]
No more than this! What seem’d it now