'Tis the melodious hue of beauty thrown
Athwart the darkness and the glare of pain,
Which humanize and harmonize the strain.
"And from its head as from one body grow,
As grass out of a watery rock,
Hairs which are vipers, and they curl and flow,
And their long tangles in each other lock:
And with unending involutions show,
Their mailed radiance as it were to mock,
The torture and the death within, and saw