he Stranger takes some of_ ARNOLD'S _blood in his
hand, and casts it into the fountain_.

Shadows of Beauty!
Shadows of Power!
Rise to your duty-- 160
This is the hour!
Walk lovely and pliant[cz]
From the depth of this fountain,
As the cloud-shapen giant
Bestrides the Hartz Mountain.[209]
Come as ye were,
That our eyes may behold
The model in air
Of the form I will mould,
Bright as the Iris 170
When ether is spanned;--
Such _his_ desire is, [_Pointing to_ ARNOLD.
Such _my_ command![da]
Demons heroic--
Demons who wore
The form of the Stoic
Or sophist of yore--
Or the shape of each victor--
From Macedon's boy,
To each high Roman's picture, 180
Who breathed to destroy--
Shadows of Beauty!
Shadows of Power!
Up to your duty--
This is the hour!

[_Various phantoms arise from the waters, and pass
in succession before the Stranger and_ ARNOLD.

_Arn._ What do I see?

_Stran._ The black-eyed Roman,[210] with
The eagle's beak between those eyes which ne'er
Beheld a conqueror, or looked along
The land he made not Rome's, while Rome became
His, and all theirs who heired his very name. 190

_Arn._ The phantom's bald; _my_ quest is beauty. Could I
Inherit but his fame with his defects!

_Stran._ His brow was girt with laurels more than hairs.[211]
You see his aspect--choose it, or reject.
I can but promise you his form; his fame
Must be long sought and fought for.

_Arn._ I will fight, too,
But not as a mock Caesar. Let him pass:
His aspect may be fair, but suits me not.

_Stran._ Then you are far more difficult to please
Than Cato's sister, or than Brutus's mother, 200
Or Cleopatra at sixteen[212]--an age
When love is not less in the eye than heart.
But be it so! Shadow, pass on!
[_The phantom of Julius Caesar disappears_.

_Arn._ And can it
Be, that the man who shook the earth is gone,[db]
And left no fo