CLIII.

CLIII. But lo! the dome--the vast and wondrous dome, To which Diana's marvel was a cell-- Christ's mighty shrine above his martyr's tomb! I have beheld the Ephesian's miracle-- Its columns strew the wilderness, and dwell The hyaena and the jackal in their shade; I have beheld Sophia's bright roofs swell Their glittering mass i' the sun, and have surveyed Its sanctuary the while the usurping Moslem prayed;