All aglow with cosmic rebellion,
Thundering forth pious blasphemies,
Chanting sacrilegious hymns,
Thy voice is like unto the trumpet sounds
Of the Archangels of the Apocalypse
Calling the dead to life.
Meteor fallen from the bosom of infinitude
Into the common clay,
Strange visitant from another orb,
Permeated with the music of the spheres,