And gazed upon her beauty dead, and died
Himself, lamenting his wild woods. And these
Their wondrous offspring were.
Europe, A.D. 500.
The World beheld them and adored—adored,
And fear’d, and sought to slay them; for
The battle-brood of gods is battle-born.
But they endured; nor in the thunder found
Harm, or the bolt of death.
And God look’d down and spake, and thro’ the Earth