I saw a shape with human form and face,

If such in apotheosis might stand:

Deep in the shadows of a desolate land

His burning feet obtained colossal base,

And spheral on the lonely arc of space,

His head, a menace unto heavens unspanned,

Arose with towered eyes that might command

The sunless, blank horizon of that place

And straight I knew him for the mystic one

That is the brother, born of human dream,

Of man rebellious at an unknown rod;

The mind’s ideal, and the spirit’s sun;

A column of clear flame in lands extreme,

Set opposite the darkness that is God.