XXVII

Deep is the lamentation! Not alone

From Sages justly honoured by mankind;

But from the ghostly tenants of the wind,

Demons and Spirits, many a dolorous groan

Issues for that dominion overthrown:

Proud Tiber grieves, and far-off Ganges, blind

As his own worshippers: and Nile, reclined

Upon his monstrous urn, the farewell moan

Renews.Through every forest, cave, and den,

Where frauds were hatched of old, hath sorrow past —

Hangs o'er the Arabian Prophet's native Waste,

Where once his airy helpersschemed and planned

‘ Mid spectrallakes bemocking thirsty men,

And stalking pillars built of fiery sand.