And feel thy mighty bosom heave and fall With regular breathings; through _my_ little world I feel Disease advancing on his sure And stealthy mission. Well I know his step, The wily traitor! when I mark my short, Quick respirations; and his call I know, As, in the hush of night, my ear alarmed By the heart's death-march notes, repeats its strange And audible beatings. Down! grim spectre, down! Flap not thy wings across my face, nor let Thy ghastly visage, horrible shadow! freeze My staring eye-balls! Let me fly, O Death! Thy chilling presence, and implore thy soft And merciful brother,[2] dewy Sleep, to drip Papaverous balsam on my eyes, and lull My throbbing temples on his lap to rest! * * * * * The day-spring reddens: the first few, faint streaks, Mingling and brightening o'er the eastern skies, Announce the upward chariot of the Sun. Light leaps from Darkness! In the grave of Night Day lays aside his burial-robes, and dons His regal crown, and Nature smiles to see His resurrection, shouting, 'Hail! oh, hail! Eve's younger[3] brother! and again, all hail! Thou bright-eyed Morning! fairest among all Of God's fair creatures! Rise, bright prince, and shine O'er this green earth, from brooding Darkness won, From wild, waste Chaos, and the womb of Night!' [2] [Greek: Entha de Nuktos paides eremnes oiki echousin, Hypnos kai Thanatos, k. t. l.] HES. THEOG. 1. 758, etc. [3] Observe the order of collocation in Genesis I: 5. 'And the EVENING and the MORNING were the first day.'