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HELIODORUS IN THE TEMPLE.
His neck is clothed with thunder[1]—and his mane
Seems waving fire—the kindling of his eye
Is as a meteor—ardent with disdain
His glance—his gesture, fierce in majesty!
Instinct with light he seems, and form'd to bear
Some dread archangel through the fields of air.
But who is he, in panoply of gold,
Throned on that burning charger?—bright his form,
Yet in its brightness awful to behold,
And girt with all the terrors of the storm!
Lightning is on his helmet's crest—and fear
Shrinks from the splendor of his brow severe.
And by his side two radiant warriors stand
All-arm’d, and kingly in commanding grace—
Oh! more than kingly, godlike!–sternly grand
Their port indignant, and each dazzling face
- ↑ "Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?"—Job, chap. xxxix. v. 19.
