As with the Stream our voyage we pursue,
The gross materials of this world present
A marvellous study of wild accident;
Uncouth proximities of old and new;
And bold transfigurations, more untrue
( As might be deemed ) to disciplined intent
Than aught the sky's fantastic element,
When most fantastic, offers to the view.
Saw we not Henry scourged at Becket's shrine?
Lo! John self-stripped of his insignia:— crown,
Sceptre and mantle, sword and ring, laid down
At a proud Legate's feet!The spears that line
Baronial halls, the opprobrious insult feel;
And angry Ocean roars a vain appeal.