Whose firm endurance fire nor stake
Nor torture’s fiercest pangs might shake.
Yes! matter, mind, the eternal whole,
In apprehension revelling free,
Evolved that fearlessness of soul
Which Greece[[3]] saw but in theory.
Still on that beauteous phantom fled,
And still behind the hunter sped.
Nor turned she ’till where many a rock
Lay rent as by an earthquake’s shock,