"THE FRENCH REVOLUTION
Verses 83-95
The Dean of the Peers then, Duke of Burgundy, from the
right of the King arose, red as the wines
Of his mountains; a smell of war as from a
vineyard of ripe grapes, rose from his garments,
And the room became as a clouded heaven;
over the Council he stretched his red arms
In garments of flaming crimson, as the ripe grape
Stretches over the sheaves of the corn,
The Duke's wrath was suspended over the Council; it
thronged around him, weeping in the blaze
of his garments,
A bright cloud of infant souls: his words fall
like autumn purple upon the sheaves."
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