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.”