On the helmed ears around him, like a signal bell!
It had been lifted to the warrior head
Of the whole line of Lombardy; and now
It towered above the marbles of the dead
Upon the unchanging paleness of a brow
That frowned on worlds in mastery. It shone
With sapphire and with emerald without,
In bravery of its radiance alone:
Within that iron band went dark about,
Untouched by grayling Time; tho’ centuries