Percy Bysshe Shelley,
The Revolt of Islam — Canto XII
(1818)
“ Millions, with hearts that beat both loud and fast, Watch for the springing flame expectant and aghast. VIII. They fly—the torches fall—a cry of fear Has startled the triumphant!—they recede! For, ere the cannon's roar has died, they hear The tramp of hoofs like earthquake, and a steed Dark and gigantic, with the tempest's speed, Bursts through their ranks; a woman sits thereon, Fairer it seems than aught that earth can breed, Calm, radiant, like the phantom of the dawn, A spirit from the caves of daylight wandering gone. ”
