I
Farabi and Avicenna
Grey mists enfolded Europe; and I heard
Sounds of bewildered warfare in the gloom.
Yet, like a misty star, one lampad moved
Eastward, beyond the mountains where of old
Prometheus, in whose hand the fire first shone,
Was chained in agony. His undying ghost
Beheld the fire returning on its course
Unquenched, and smiled from his dark crag in peace,
Implacable peace, at heaven.