mark over sward: 
     They saw it rush dense in the cloak
     Of its travelling swathe of steam;
     All the vale through a thin thread-smoke
     Was thrown back to distance extreme: 
     And dull the full breast of it blinked,
     Like a buckler of steel breathed o’er,
     Diminished, in strangeness distinct,
     Glowing cold, unearthly, hoar: 
     An Enna of fields beyond sun,
     Out of light, in a lurid web;
     And the traversing fury spun
     Up and down with a wave’s flow and ebb;
     As the wave breaks to grasp and to spurn,
     Retire, and in ravenous greed,
     Inveterate, swell its return. 
     Up and down, as if wringing from speed
     Sights that made the unsighted appear,
     Delude and dissolve, on it scoured. 
     Lo, a sea upon land held career
     Through the plain of the vale half-devoured. 
     Callistes of home and escape
     Muttered swiftly, unwitting of speech. 
     She gazed at the Void of shape,
     She put her white hand to his reach,
     Saying:  Now have we looked on the Three. 
     And divided from day, from night,
     From air that is breath, stood she,
     Like the vale, out of light.

     X

     Then again in disorderly words
     He muttered of home, and was mute,
     With the heart of the cowering birds
     Ere they burst off the fowler’s foot. 
     He gave her some redness that streamed
     Through her limbs in a flitting glow. 
     The sigh of our life she seemed,
     The bliss of it clothing in woe. 
     Frailer than flower when the round
     Of the sickle encircles it:  strong
     To tell of the things profound,
     Our inmost uttering song,
     Unspoken.  So stood she awhile
     In the gloom of the terror afield,
     And the silence about her smile
     Said more than of tongue is revealed. 
     I have breathed:  I have gazed:  I have been: 
     It said:  and not joylessly shone
     The remembrance of light through the screen
     Of a face that seemed shadow and stone. 
     She led the youth trembling, appalled,
     To the lake-banks he saw sink and rise
     Like a panic-struck breast.  Then she called,
     And the hurricane blackness had eyes. 
     It launched like the Thunderer’s bolt. 
     Pale she drooped, and the youth by her side
     Would have clasped her and dared a revolt
     Sacrilegious as ever defied
     High Olympus, but vainly for strength
     His compassionate heart shook a frame
     Stricken rigid to ice all its length. 
     On amain the black traveller came. 
     Lo, a chariot, cleaving the storm,
     Clove the fountaining lake with a plough,
     And the lord of the steeds was in form
     He, the God of implacable brow,
     Darkness:  he:  he in person:  he raged