|I sate upon the mossy promontory
|Where the cascade cleft not his mother rock,
|But swept in whirlwind lightning foam and glory,
|Vast circling with unwearying luminous shock
|To lure and lock
|Marvellous eddies in its wild caress;
|And there the solemn echoes caught the stress,
|The strain of that impassive tide,
|Shook it and flung it high and wide,
|Till all the air took fire from that melodious roar;
|All the mute mountains heard,
|Bowed, laughed aloud, concurred,
|And passed the word along, the signal of wide war.
|All earth took up the sound,
|And, being in one tune securely bound,
|Even a star became the soul of silence most profound.
|Thus there, the centre of that death that darkened,
|I sat and listened, if Gods voice should break
|And pierce the hallow of my ear that hearkened,
|Lest God should speak and find me not awake
|For his own sake.
|No voice, no song might pierce or penetrate
|That enviable universal state.
|The sun and moon beheld, stood still.
|Only the spirits axis, will,
|Considered its own soul and sought a deadlier deep,
|And in its monotone mood
|Of supreme solitude
|Was neither glad nor sad because it did not sleep;
|But with calm eyes abode
|Patient, its leisure the galactic load,
|Abode alone, nor even rejoiced to know that it was God.
|By the Sword of Vengeance:
|By the Powers of the elements:
|By the Cross of Suffering: