Say thou what was it,—for there was a thing,—
“Which filled at last and throughly satisfied
The eye that in that hollow circle dwelt,
So that, ‘Enough, I have enough,’ it cried.”
—Blank disappointment at the gift he felt,
And hardly taking, turned in scorn away,
Nor he the riddle of the Angel spelt,
But cried unto his captains, “We delay,
And at these portals lose our time in vain,
By more than mortal terrors kept at bay: