Yet are they here the same unbroken knot br Of human Beings, in the self-same spot! br Men, women, children, yea the frame br Of the whole spectacle the same! br Only their fire seems bolder, yielding light, br Now deep and red, the colouring of night; br That on their Gipsy-faces falls, br Their bed of straw and blanket-walls. br --Twelve hours, twelve bounteous hours are gone, while I br Have been a traveller under open sky, br Much witnessing of change and cheer, br Yet as I left I find them here! br The weary Sun betook himself to rest;-- br Then issued Vesper from the fulgent west, br Outshining like a visible God br The glorious path in which he trod.