Whom no one met, at first, but took
A second awed and wondering look
(As, turned, perchance, the eyes of Greece
On Phidias’ unveiled masterpiece);
Whose words in simplest homespun clad,
The Saxon strength of Cædmon’s had,
With power reserved at need to reach
The Roman forum’s loftiest speech,
Sweet with persuasion, eloquent
In passion, cool in argument,