LV.

The Sun had sunk behind vast Tomerit,[25.B.] And Laos wide and fierce came roaring by;[26.B.] The shades of wonted night were gathering yet, When, down the steep banks winding warily, Childe Harold saw, like meteors in the sky,[155] The glittering minarets of Tepalen, Whose walls o'erlook the stream; and drawing nigh, He heard the busy hum of warrior-men Swelling the breeze that sighed along the lengthening glen.