17. All night beneath the ruins; then their sullen flames, faded,
emerge round the gloomy king.
18. With thunder and fire, leading his starry hosts through the waste
wilderness, he promulgates his ten commandments, glancing his beamy
eyelids over the deep in dark dismay.
19. Where the Son of Fire in his Eastern cloud, while the Morning
plumes her golden breast,
20. 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."