Mute was each tongue, and pale was every face.
The rough roar ceased; when, borne on fiery wings,
The dazzling emanation from above
In brightest vision round each sacred head
Diffused its vivid beams: mysterious light!
That rushed impetuous through th’ awaking mind,
Whilst new ideas filled th’ impassive soul,
Fast crowding in, with sweetest violence.
’Twas then amazed, they caught the glorious flame;
Spontaneous flowed their all-persuasive words,