. Saul. he cherubim-chariot — Saul! cried I, and waited the thing that should follow. Then Saul, who hung proppedBy the tents cross-support in the centre, was struck by his ye seen when Springs arrowy summons goes right to the some mountain, the last to withstand her, that held (he alone, 17 While the vale laughed in freedom and flowers) on a broad bust of stoneA years snow bound about for a breast-plate, — leaves,grasp of the sheet ?Fold on fold all at once it crowds thunderously down to his feet,And there fronts you, stark, black, but alive yet, your mountain of
. Saul. he cherubim-chariot — Saul! cried I, and waited the thing that should follow. Then Saul, who hung proppedBy the tents cross-support in the centre, was struck by his ye seen when Springs arrowy summons goes right to the some mountain, the last to withstand her, that held (he alone, 17 While the vale laughed in freedom and flowers) on a broad bust of stoneA years snow bound about for a breast-plate, — leaves,grasp of the sheet ?Fold on fold all at once it crowds thunderously down to his feet,And there fronts you, stark, black, but alive yet, your mountain of old,With his rents, the successive bequeathings of ages untold —Yes, each harm got in fighting your battles, each furrow and scarOf his head thrust twixt you and the tempest — all hail, there they are !— Now again to be softened with verdure, again hold the nestOf the dove, tempt the goat and its young to the green on his crestFor their food in the ardors of summer. One long shudder thrilledi8. g>auU All the tent till the very air tingled, then sank and was stilledAt the Kings self left standing before me, re-leased and was gone, what remained ? All to trav-erse twixt hope and despair;Death was past, life not come : so he waited. Awhile his right handHeld the brow, helped the eyes left too vacant forthwith to remandTo their place what new objects should enter : twas Saul as looked up and dared gaze at those eyes, nor was hurt any moreThan by slow pallid sunsets in autumn, ye watch from the shore,At their sad level gaze oer the ocean — a suns slow declineOver hills which, resolved in stern silence, oer-lap and entwine 19 g)auU Base with base to knit strength more intensely so, arm folded armOer the chest whose slow heavings subsided. 20 ^auU XI. What spell or what charm,(For, awhile there was trouble within me,) what next should I urgeTo sustain him where song had restored him ? — Song filled to the vergeHis cup with the wine of this life, p
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