They deemed, self-centred souls! that those great eyes
Which star the night, in amorous orbit turned
And, ever boldly bashful, sighed and burned
For one earth kiss, and stood within the skies
Eternally expectant. O most wise
In your great selves! that rude iconoclast
His stones of Truth among your dreamings cast,
And robbed your wisdom of its dear disguise.
He stood, a Sampson of Titanic force,
’Twixt men and God, and swiftly grasped and hurled
His bolts at callow thoughts of centuries,
And pivoted th’ unreckoned universe,
And marked the rhythmic orbit of a world,
And changed chaotic chords to harmonies!