Wedge the clear crystalline—a blazonry

Of clouds pavilion’d, folded, interwound

Inextricably, load the breezeless west

With awe and glory. The effulgence gleams

Upon a vision’d Belmont, home of her

Who loved as Shakespeare’s women do; and gleams

Upon those walls wherein Othello’s spear

Stabb’d clinging innocence; where the poor wife,

The lone Cassandra Belvidera, gave

Her soul in martyrdom to love and woe.