8. On those infinite mountains of light now barr’d out by the Atlantic sea, the new-born fire stood before the starry king.
9. Flagg’d with grey-brow’d snows and thunderous visages, the jealous wings wav’d over the deep.
10. The speary hand burn’d aloft; unbuckled was the shield; forth went the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair, and hurl’d the new-born wonder through the starry night.
11. The fire, the fire is falling!
12. Look up! look up! O citizen of London, enlarge thy countenance! O Jew, leave counting gold; return to thy oil and wine! O African, black African! (Go, winged thought, widen his forehead.)
13. The fiery limbs, the flaming hair shot like the sinking sun into the Western sea.
14. Wak’d from his eternal sleep, the hoary element roaring fled away.
15. Down rush’d, beating his wings in vain, the jealous king, his grey-brow’d councillors, thunderous warriors, curl’d veterans, among helms and shields, and chariots, horses, elephants, banners, castles, slings, and rocks.
16. Falling, rushing, ruining; buried in the ruins, on Urthona’s dens.