LXXIV + 

“From two to half-past, dusky way we made, + 

Above the plains of Gobi,⁠—desert, bleak; + 

Beheld afar off, in the hooded shade + 

Of darkness, a great mountain (strange to speak), + 

Spitting, from forth its sulphur-baken peak, + 

A fan-shaped burst of blood-red, arrowy fire, + 

Turban’d with smoke, which still away did reek, + 

Solid and black from that eternal pyre, + 

Upon the laden winds that scantly could respire. + 