All motionless as rock he stood, as firm as granite stone,
By Etiwando's silent tide, in silence all alone;
His bosom heaving as the tide of Etiwando's flood,
His forehead swollen by the veins, big with revengeful blood;
His dark eyes quivered with a light--O God! how strongly fix'd
They were on time, on space, and seemed as with a devil mix'd;
As motionless he stood as gazed upon the rising day,
And seem to speak, and did not speak, but yet his heard did say:
III
«Ho! mandates of the living God, how tyrants little reck!