And every hoop and fetter straineth
In all the pride of youthful life.
"For viewless watchmen round are closing,
Until his lordly dreams are o'er,
With air-enveloped spears opposing
The loiterer near the sacred door.
"So when unfold his sleeping pinions,
With sparkling eyes he greets the day,
Obeys in peace his priestly minions,
And forth he cometh when they pray.