“Spirit! that dwellest where,

        In the deep sky,

The terrible and fair,

        In beauty vie!

Beyond the line of blue —

        The boundary of the star

Which turneth at the view

        Of thy barrier and thy bar —

Of the barrier overgone

        By the comets who were cast

From their pride, and from their throne

        To be drudges till the last —

To be carriers of fire

        (The red fire of their heart)

With speed that may not tire

        And with pain that shall not part —

Who livest – that we know —

        In Eternity – we feel —

But the shadow of whose brow

        What spirit shall reveal?

Tho’ the beings whom thy Nesace,

        Thy messenger hath known

Have dream’d for thy Infinity

        A model of their own —

Thy will is done, Oh God!

        The star hath ridden high

Thro’ many a tempest, but she rode

        Beneath thy burning eye;

And here, in thought, to thee —

        In thought that can alone

Ascend thy empire and so be

        A partner of thy throne —

        By winged Fantasy,

        My embassy is given,

Till secrecy shall knowledge be

        In the environs of Heaven.”