Of storming drums and trumps, at festival
Held in the Idumtean's purple hall ?
Or, it may be, some Aramaic song
Of country lovers, after parting long

Their village-verses clear ; for sounds well known
Of wandering breeze, or whispering trees, or tone

Meeting anew, with much " goodwill," indeed
Blown by some swain upon his Jordan reed ?
Nay, nay ! your abbas back ye did not fling,
From each astonished ear, for swains to sing

Of Herod's trumpets. And ye did not gaze
Heart-startled on the stars (albeit the rays
Of that lone orb shot, sparkling, from the East
Unseen before) ; for these, largest and least.