XVI.

To this, man brings his brother! Some were there, Who, with their desolation, had entwined Fierce strength, and girt the sternness of despair Fast round their bosoms, even as warriors bind The breastplate on for fight; but brow and cheek Seem’d _theirs_ a torturing panoply to speak! And there were some, from whom the very mind Had been wrung out; they smiled--oh, startling smile, Whence man’s high soul is fled! Where doth it sleep the while?