8. On those infinite mountains of light now barr'd out by the Atlantic
sea, the new-born fire stood before the starry king.
9. Flagg'd with grey-brow'd snows and thunderous visages, the jealous
wings wav'd over the deep.
10. The speary hand burn'd aloft; unbuckled was the shield; forth went
the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair, and hurl'd the new-born
wonder through the starry night.