Assigned him for his worst of woes, that day.
Balura—happier while its name was not—
Met him, but nowise menaced; slipt aside,
Obsequious river, to pursue its lot
Of solacing the valley—say, some wide
Thick busy human cluster, house and home,
Embanked for peace, or thrift that thanks the tide.
Thamuris, marching, laughed "Each flake of foam"
(As sparklingly the ripple raced him by)
"Mocks slower clouds adrift in the blue dome!"