Smote him with deadly influence: so night passed,
A night as long as three; the chilly dawn
Came, grey, and weakly struggling with the Moon,
Then threw a red flush over all the East,
Whereat the Moon turned white, and hid herself,
While the great Orb that is her lord arose,
And swiftly mounted high: his pain increased,
His body streamed, his brain was agonised,
His sense was reeling; suddenly there came
A tingling stillness on his ears; his eyes