Browsed down the base whence the tree-dome grew:
And the sentinel-antelope, aëried high,
With his frighten’d bound taught his friends to fly:
Where the lovely Coast is all rank with death,
That basks in the sun of the Zingian shore;
Where the mountains, dank with the ocean’s breath,
Bear the incense-tree and the sycamore;
Where the grim fierce desert and stony hill
Breed the fiercest beasts, and men fiercer still:
Where the land of the Moon, with all blessings blest