And the vote was that Fayette should order the army to remove ten miles from Paris.

The agèd Sun rises appall'd from dark mountains, and gleams a dusky beam

On Fayette; but on the whole army a shadow, for a cloud on the eastern hills

Hover'd, and stretch'd across the city, and across the army, and across the Louvre.

Like a flame of fire he stood before dark ranks, and before expecting captains:

On pestilent vapours around him flow frequent spectres of religious men, weeping

In winds; driven out of the abbeys, their naked souls shiver in keen open air;

Driven out by the fiery cloud of Voltaire, and thund'rous rocks of Rousseau,

They dash like foam against the ridges of the army, uttering a faint feeble cry.

Gleams of fire streak the heavens, and of sulphur the earth, from Fayette as he lifted his hand;

But silent he stood, till all the officers rush round him like waves

Round the shore of France, in day of the British flag, when heavy cannons

Affright the coasts, and the peasant looks over the sea and wipes a tear:

Over his head the soul of Voltaire shone fiery; and over the army Rousseau his white cloud

Unfolded, on souls of war, living terrors, silent list'ning toward Fayette.

His voice loud inspir'd by liberty, and by spirits of the dead, thus thunder'd: --

`The Nation's Assembly command that the Army remove ten miles from Paris;

Nor a soldier be seen in road or in field, till the Nation command return.'

Rushing along iron ranks glittering, the officers each to his station

Depart, and the stern captain strokes his proud steed, and in front of his solid ranks

Waits the sound of trumpet; captains of foot stand each by his cloudy drum:

Then the drum beats, and the steely ranks move, and trumpets rejoice in the sky.

Dark cavalry, like clouds fraught with thunder, ascend on the hills, and bright infantry, rank

Behind rank, to the soul-shaking drum and shrill fife, along the roads glitter like fire.

The noise of trampling, the wind of trumpets, smote the Palace walls with a blast.

Pale and cold sat the King in midst of his Peers, and his noble heart sunk, and his pulses

Suspended their motion; a darkness crept over his eyelids, and chill cold sweat

Sat round his brows faded in faint death; his Peers pale like mountains of the dead,

Cover'd with dews of night, groaning, shaking forests and floods. The cold newt,