his cumbrous clog of clay.
Which stalks, methinks, between our souls and heaven, 60
And fetters us to earth--at least the phantom,
Whate'er it have to fear, will not fear Death.

_Sar._ I fear it not; but I have felt--have seen--
A legion of the dead.

_Myr._ And so have I.
The dust we tread upon was once alive,
And wretched. But proceed: what hast thou seen?
Speak it, 'twill lighten thy dimmed mind.

_Sar._ Methought----

_Myr._ Yet pause, thou art tired--in pain--exhausted; all
Which can impair both strength and spirit: seek
Rather to sleep again.

_Sar._ Not now--I would not 70
Dream; though I know it now to be a dream
What I have dreamt:--and canst thou bear to hear it?

_Myr._ I can bear all things, dreams of life or death,
Which I participate with you in semblance
Or full reality.

_Sar._ And this looked real,
I tell you: after that these eyes were open,
I saw them in their flight--for then they fled.

_Myr._ Say on.

_Sar._ I saw, that is, I dreamed myself
Here--here--even where we are, guests as we were,
Myself a host that deemed himself but guest, 80
Willing to equal all in social freedom;
But, on my right hand and my left, instead
Of thee and Zames, and our customed meeting,
Was ranged on my left hand a haughty, dark,
And deadly face; I could not recognise it,
Yet I had seen it, though I knew not where:
The features were a Giant's, and the eye
Was still, yet lighted; his long locks curled down
On his vast bust, whence a huge quiver rose
With shaft-heads feathered from the eagle's wing, 90
That peeped up bristling through his serpent hair.[ae]
I invited him to fill the cup which stood
Between us, but he answered not; I filled it;
He took it not, but stared upon me, till
I trembled at the fixed glare of his eye:
I frowned upon him as a king should frown;
He frowned not in his turn, but looked upon me
With the same aspect, which appalled me more,
Because it changed not; and I turned for refuge
To milder guests, and sought them on the right, 100
Where thou wert wont to be. But---- [_He pauses_.

_Myr._