LXXXV.

War-clouds have wrapt the city!--through their dun O’erloaded canopy, at times a blaze As of an angry storm-presaging sun, From the Greek fire shoots up![223] and lightning rays Flash, from the shock of sabres, through the haze, And glancing arrows cleave the dusky air! --Ay! _this_ is in the compass of our gaze, But fearful things unknown, untold, are there-- Workings of wrath and death, and anguish, and despair!