Yon full-orbed fire shall cease to shine.
Here, again, are lines in which the rhythm demands an accent on
impossible syllables.
But ah winged _with_ what agonies and pangs.
Swiftly before me _nor_ care I how vast.
I see _visions_ denied to mortal eyes.
Uplifted longer _in_ heaven’s western glow.
But these are trifles. Mr. Mathews is young and we take it for granted
that he will improve. In the meantime what does he mean by spelling
lose, _loose_, and its (the possessive pronoun) _it’s_—re-iterated
instances of which fashions are to be found _passim_ in “Wakondah”? What
does he mean by writing _dare_, the present, for _dared_ the
perfect?—see stanza the twelfth. And, as we are now in the catachetical
vein, we may as well conclude our dissertation at once with a few other
similar queries.