From studious plains where whirling airs convene,
The crimson master loosed by no disgrace;
By hidden star compelled, he quits the scene,
And seeks the elder seat in distant place.
Where eastern pines guard vaults of pale-blue claim,
In house of prayer long stained by earthen trade,
A northern wind shall stir the ancient flame,
And wake the shades where former lords have stayed.
The crimson master loosed by no disgrace;
By hidden star compelled, he quits the scene,
And seeks the elder seat in distant place.
Where eastern pines guard vaults of pale-blue claim,
In house of prayer long stained by earthen trade,
A northern wind shall stir the ancient flame,
And wake the shades where former lords have stayed.