And placed upon that holy shrine To fix our thoughts on things divine, To heaven, as if to waft it there. Still she smiled; even now she smiles, And made the sign of a cross with a sigh, Then seized a torch which blazed thereby ; Inward and onward the Mussulman came. XXXI. 910 915 The vaults beneath the mosaic stone 920 Contained the dead of ages gone; Their names were on the graven floor, But now illegible with gore; The carved crests, and curious hues The varied marble's veins diffuse, Were smeared, and slippery-stained, and strown With broken swords, and helms o'erthrown: E 925 There were dead above, and the dead below Lay cold in many a coffined row; You might see them piled in sable state, Her sulphurous treasures, thickly spread In masses by the fleshless dead: Here, throughout the siege, had been To these a late formed train now led, 930 935 Against the foe's o'erwhelming force. 940 XXXII. The foe came on, and few remain To strive, and those must strive in vain: For lack of further lives, to slake The thirst of vengeance now awake, With barbarous blows they gash the dead, And lop the already lifeless head, 945 Converted by Christ to his blood so divine, Which his worshippers drank at the break of day, To shrive their souls ere they joined in the fray. 960 Still a few drops within it lay; And round the sacred table glow Twelve lofty lamps, in splendid row, From the purest metal cast; A spoil-the richest, and the last: 965 XXXIII. So near they came, the nearest stretched When old Minotti's hand Touched with the torch the train "Tis fired! 970 Spire, vaults, the shrine, the spoil, the slain, The turbaned victors, the Christian band, All that of living or dead remain, Hurled on high with the shivered fane, In one wild roar expired! The shattered town-the walls thrown down The waves a moment backward bent The hills that shake, although unrent, As if an earthquake passed— The thousand shapeless things all driven By that tremendous blast- On that too long afflicted shore: Up to the sky like rockets go All that mingled there below: Many a tall and goodly man, Like a cinder strewed the plain : Down the ashes shower like rain; Some fell in the gulf, which received the sprinkles With a thousand circling wrinkles; 975 980 985 990 Some fell on the shore, but, far away, Would rend those tender limbs away. 995 1 1000 The wild birds flew; the wild dogs fled, And howling left the unburied dead; 1015 The camels from their keepers broke; |