The Eternal Female groaned! It was heard over all the earth.
Albion's coast is sick, silent. The American meadows faint!
Shadows of Prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the
rivers, and mutter across the ocean. France, rend down,
thy dungeon!
* * * * *
Look up! look up! O citizen of London, enlarge thy
countenance! O Jew, leave counting gold! return to thy
oil and wine. O African! black African! Go, wingèd
thought, widen his forehead!
* * * * *
With thunder and fire, leading his starry hosts through
the waste wilderness, he promulgates his ten commands,
glancing his beamy eyelids over the deep in dark dismay.
Where the son of fire in his eastern cloud, while the
morning plumes her golden breast,
Spurning the clouds written with curses, stamps the
stony law to dust, loosing the eternal horses from the dens
of night, crying: _Empire is no more! and now the lion
and wolf shall cease_.