Stood, shuddering in that solemn place.
And from the farthest sphere of even,
From every sun (whose name is heaven,
And whose inhabitants are kings,)
Was heard the rushing of their wings.
Some stood attired in elfin steel,
With sword on hip, and spur at heel,
And crimson cheeks, and brows aflame;
Some in long, flowing garments came,—
Sages, whose sunken eyes had caught