William Watson - The World in Armor 3 lyrics

A moment's fantasy, the vision came Of Europe dipped in fiery d**h, and so Mounting re-born, with vestal limbs aglow, Splendid and fragrant from her bath of flame. It fleeted; and a phantom without name, Sightless, dismembered, terrible, said: "Lo, I am that ravished Europe men shall know After the morn of blood and night of shame." The specter pa**ed, and I beheld alone The Europe of the present, as she stands, Powerless from terror of her own vast power, 'Neath novel stars, beside a brink unknown; And round her the sad Kings, with sleepless hands, Piling the f*gots, hour by doomful hour.