The night was dark, but every lamp gave forth
A tender, lustrous beam.  His beauteous wings
The dragon fluttered, cursed awhile, then turned
And moaned with lamentable voice, “I thirst,
Give me to drink.”  Thereon stepped out in haste,
From inner chambers, lovely ministrants,
Young boys, with radiant locks and peaceful eyes,
And poured out liquor from their cups, to cool
His parched tongue, and kneeling held it nigh
In jewelled basins sparkling; and he lapped,
And was appeased, and said, “I will not hide
Longer, my much desired face from men. 
Draw back the web of separation.”  Then
With cries of gratulation ran they forth,
And flung it wide, and all the watch fell low,
Each on his face, as drunk with sudden joy. 
Thus marked he, glowing on the branched moss,
Those red rare moons, and let his serpent eyes
Consider them full subtly, “What be these?”
Enquiring:  and the little spirits said,
“As we for thy protection (having heard
That wrathful sons of darkness walk, to-night,
Such as do oft ill use us), clustered here,
We marked a boat a-fire that sailed the skies,
And furrowed up like spray a billowy cloud,
And, lo, it went to pieces, scattering down
A rain of sparks and these two angry moons.” 
Then said the dragon, “Let my guard, and you,
Attendant hosts, recede”; and they went back,
And formed about the cave a widening ring,
Then halting, stood afar; and from the cave
The snaky wonder spoke, with hissing tongue,
“If ye were Tartis and Deleisonon,
Be Tartis and Deleisonon once more.”

Then egg-like cracked the glowing balls, and forth
Started black angels, trampling hard to free
Their fettered feet from out the smoking shell.

And he said, “Tartis and Deleisonon,
Your lord I am:  draw nigh.”  “Thou art our lord,”
They answered, and with fettered limbs full low
They bent, and made obeisance.  Furthermore,
“O fiery flying serpent, after whom
The nations go, let thy dominion last,”
They said, “forever.”  And the serpent said,
“It shall:  unfold your errand.”  They replied,
One speaking for a space, and afterward
His fellow taking up the word with fear
And panting, “We were set to watch the mouth
Of great Methuselah.  There came to him
The son of Lamech two days since.  My lord,
They prophesied, the Elder prophesied,
Unwitting, of the flood of waters,—­ay,
A vision was before him, and the lands
Lay under water drowned:  he saw the ark,—­
It floated in the Enemy’s right hand.” 
Lord of the lost, the son of Lamech fled
Into the wilderness to meet His voice
That reigneth; and we, diligent to hear
Aught that might serve thee, followed, but, forbid
To enter, lay upon its boundary cliff,
And wished for morning.