XLI.

Olympus, Ida, Delphi! ye, the thrones And temples of a visionary might, Brooding in clouds above your forest zones, And mantling thence the realms beneath with night: Ye have look’d down on battles--Fear and Flight, And arm’d Revenge, all hurrying past below!-- But there is yet a more appalling sight For earth prepared than e’er, with tranquil brow, Ye gazed on from your world of solitude and snow!