XXIII

His food And in the moonless nights, when the dim

for body

and mind

Communed with the immeasurable world;
And felt his life beyond his limbs dilated,
Till his mind grew like that it contemplated.

XXIV

His food was the wild fig and strawberry;
The milky pine-nuts which the autumnal
blast

Shakes into the tall grass; and such small fry

As from the sea by winter-storms are cast; And the coarse bulbs of iris-flowers he found Knotted in clumps under the spongy ground.

XXV

And so were kindled powers and thoughts

which made

His solitude less dark. When memory came (For years gone by leave each a deepening shade),

His spirit basked in its internal flame,—

As, when the black storm hurries round at night,

The fisher basks beside his red firelight.

XXVI

Yet human hopes and cares and faiths and

errors,

Like billows unawakened by the wind,

Slept in Marenghi still; but that all terrors,

Weakness, and doubt, had withered in his The ship

And, when he saw beneath the sunset's planet
A black ship walk over the crimson ocean,-
Its pennons streaming in the blasts that fan it,
Its sails and ropes all tense and without
motion,

Like the dark ghost of the unburied even,—
Striding across the orange-coloured heaven,—

XXVIII

The thought of his own kind who made the soul

Which sped that winged shape through night and day,

The thought of his own country

XXIII

His food And in the moonless nights, when the dim

for body

and mind

Communed with the immeasurable world; And felt his life beyond his limbs dilated, Till his mind grew like that it contemplated.

XXIV

His food was the wild fig and strawberry;
The milky pine-nuts which the autumnal
blast

Shakes into the tall grass; and such small fry

As from the sea by winter-storms are cast; And the coarse bulbs of iris-flowers he found Knotted in clumps under the spongy ground.

XXV

And so were kindled powers and thoughts

which made

His solitude less dark. When memory came (For years gone by leave each a deepening shade),

His spirit basked in its internal flame,—

As, when the black storm hurries round at night,

The fisher basks beside his red firelight.

XXVI

Yet human hopes and cares and faiths and

errors,

Like billows unawakened by the wind,

Slept in Marenghi still; but that all terrors,

Weakness, and doubt, had withered in his The ship

And, when he saw beneath the sunset's planet
A black ship walk over the crimson ocean,-
Its pennons streaming in the blasts that fan it,
Its sails and ropes all tense and without
motion,

Like the dark ghost of the unburied even,-
Striding across the orange-coloured heaven,-

XXVIII

The thought of his own kind who made the soul

Which sped that winged shape through night

and day,

that

passes

A vision in Italy

Murder as Castlereagh

There came a voice from over the Sea,
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of Poesy.

II

I met Murder on the way-
He had a mask like Castlereagh-
Very smooth he looked, yet grim;
Seven blood-hounds followed him :

III

All were fat; and well they might
Be in admirable plight,

For one by one, and two by two,

He tossed them human hearts to chew
Which from his wide cloke he drew.

IV

Next came Fraud, and he had on,
Like Eldon, an ermined gown;
His big tears, for he wept well,
Turned to mill-stones as they fell.