Or rather -- He passed Us --
The Dews drew quivering and chill --

It is astonishing--amazing--how we can read a poem many times, and sometimes a line that passed easily through the network of our brains will, in an unexpected reading, call out its being in strong voice.

The use of "quivering" dews just did so to me! That use of quivering with dews seems nothing less than marvelous and full of genius. Ah, to know Eternity and Immortality, too, and therewithin to have the amplitude of limitless time to let all great words wash through our brains. That's a great hope, huh?

Best regards,
WordWakening