Intrusive Phantom! let me rather see
What they behold . . .
Sweeping—vehemently sweeping—
No pause admitted—no design avowed!
Breathless the chieftain gazed—at length,
Endeavouring to collect his strength,
With pallid cheek and rueful brow,
And a half-pleading, a half-threatening eye,
Such as the Fates exclusively allow
For the behoof of suffering majesty,