And as I mused on all we call our own, br And (in the words their passionate hope had taught br Expressing this late world for which they fought br And prayed) said, lifting up my head to the sun, br 'Ne quibus diis immortalibus,'-one br Ran with fear's feet, and lo! a voice distraught br 'The Prince' and 'Dead.' And at the sound methought br The bulwark of my great house thunder'd down. br And, for an instant,-as some spell were sapping br All place-the hilly billows and billowy hills br Heaved through my breast the lapping wave that kills br The heart; around me the floor rises and falls br And jabbling stones of the unsteady walls br Ebb and flow together, lapping, lapping.