Of that high strength which rules the stars,
To brave the time and wait the length,
I bless Thy name and kiss my scars.
Romance.
Know the decree that natures such as mine
Must clasp the World and find her half-divine,
Hyperion-souls which need no anodyne.
Once more, once more ye come, ye lovely shapes,
Voicing the magic "Ye are Gods, not Apes."