Clear, cold and placid when the mouth is reached;
Then, death unfeared before it, ready now
To give back to the ocean all it gave,
Into its pureness poured a stream so dark
That tainted all its life, when life was lost.
’Twas thus the Shadow seemed; but soon it passed,
And smiling boyhood turned a happy face
The while he said: “So thou wouldst build His throne?
But dost thou know the form that throne will take?”
“’T will be a throne,” Fidus replied, “so high