Fixed on him an unhallowed name;
Him, free from all malicious taint,
And guiding, like the Patmos Saint,
A pen unwearied—to indite,
In his lone Isle,[24] the dreams of night;
Impassioned dreams, that strove to span
The faded glories of his Clan!
VII
Suns that through blood their western harbour sought,
And stars that in their courses fought;