X. With a pace stately and fast, XI. And a mighty troop around With their trampling shook the ground, Waving each a bloody sword For the service of their lord. XII. And, with glorious triumph, they Of the wine of desolation. XIII. O'er fields and towns, from sea to sea, XIV. And each dweller, panic-stricken, Of the triumph of Anarchy. XV. For with pomp to meet him came, XVI. "We have waited, weak and lone, For thy coming, Mighty One! Our purses are empty, our swords are cold, Give us glory, and blood, and gold." XVII. Lawyers and priests, a motley crowd, XVIII. Then all cried with one accord, "Thou art King, and Law, and Lord; Anarchy, to thee we bow, Be thy name made holy now!" XIX. And Anarchy, the skeleton, Had cost ten millions to the nation. XX. For he knew the palaces Of our kings were nightly his; His the sceptre, crown, and globe, XXI. So he sent his slaves before To seize upon the Bank and Tower, XXII. When one fled past, a maniac maid, And her name was Hope, she said; But she looked more like Despair, And she cried out in the air: XXIII. My father, Time, is weak and gray XXIV. He has had child after child, XXV. Then she lay down in the street, XXVI. When between her and her foes XXVII. Till-as clouds grow on the blast, XXVIII. It grew, a shape arrayed in mail XXIX. On its helm, seen far away, A planet, like the morning's, lay; XXX. With steps as soft as wind it passed XXXI. As flowers beneath May's footsteps waken, As stars from night's loose hair are shaken, As waves arise when loud winds call, Thoughts sprung where'er that step did fall XXXII. And the prostrate multitude XXXIII. And Anarchy, the ghastly birth, XXXIV. A rushing light of clouds and splendor, |