And beamed forth, like the light that emanates
From a saint’s brow.”
And again:
“Oft have I watched him sitting
For hours, on some rude promontory’s edge,
Wrapt in his mantle, his broad brow, sustained
With outspread palm, o’ershadowing his eyes.
And there, as one of Titan birth, he lingered
In strange community with nature; mingling
With all around—the boundless sky, the ocean,