This body is true flesh. If they delayed
At sight,—I deem so, of the shadow here
Thereby sufficient answer shall be made:
Him let them reverence,—it may prove dear.”
I never saw a meteor dart so quick
Through the serene at midnight, or a gleam
Of lightning flash at sunset, through a thick
Piled August cloud, but these would faster seem
As they retreated; having joined the rest,
Back like an unreined troop towards us they sped.