Would follow in a trice, come hobblingly to halt.
CXIX
So, what did I see next but,—much as when the vault
I' the west,—wherein we watch the vapory, manifold
Transfiguration,—tired turns blaze to black,—behold,
Peak reconciled to base, dark ending feud with bright,
The multiform subsides, becomes the definite.
Contrasting life and strife, where battle they i' the blank
Severity of peace in death, for which we thank
One wind that conies to quell the concourse, drive at last