Jephthah and Other Mysteries

LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. | 215 A VISION UPON USHBA. ERE in the wild Caucasian night, The sleepless years Seem to pass by in garments white, _ Made white with tears, _ A pageant of intolerable light Across the sombre spheres, And, mingling with the tumult of the morn, Methought a single rose of blood was born. Far on the iron peaks a voice Crystal and cold, Sharper than sounds the auroch’s choice O’er wood and wold, A summons as of angels that rejoice, A pzan glad and bold, A mighty shout of infinite acclaim Shrieks through the sky some dread forgotten Name. Trembles the demon on his perch Of crags ice-bound ; Tremble near forest and: far church At that quick sound ;