III

Flaming round each high brow bent

Fourfold starry gold, that sent

Light before them as they went:

'Neath their burning crowns their eyes

Shone like awful stars the skies

Rock in shattered storm that flies.

The Poems of Madison Cawein, Volume 1 (of 5) Lyrics and old world idylls · 第 202 / 286 题