Mimicked his maniac cries,
While through the ebony gloom, alone,
Wan-visaged Saturn gazed
On the warrior—unamazed—
On the steed whose eye-balls blazed
With a lustre like his own.
“Dong—dong!” And the sound of a bell
Went wailing away over meadow and mere— “Nine!”
Counted aloud by the sentinel clock
On the turret of Time; and the regular beat