And exultation, skied us overhead—
An atmosphere whose lightning was the sword
Scathing the cedars of the world.
—
That name consumed the silence of the snows
In Alpine keeping, holy and cloud-hid!
The mimic eagles dared what Nature’s did
And over-rushed her mountainous repose
In search of eyries; and the Egyptian river
Mingled the same word with its grand—“For Ever.”