Beings for whom the universe was made,
Yet none of kindred with myself. In vain
I strove to waken sympathy in breasts
Cold as the element in which they moved,
And inaccessible to fellowship
With me, as sun and stars, as winds and vapours.
Under the sea also he saw:—
Relics huge and strange
Of the old world that perish’d by the flood,
Kept under chains of darkness till the judgment.