Golden Youth flowing by scarce asking Whither and Why:
I was both seed and fruit of it: I was the beast sacrificial,
Garlanded ignorance led forth to be glorious dead:
Also the elders within whose bosoms the torchlight of duty
Mellowed by Service and Time burned in aloofness sublime:
More than these things! the thing they aspired to, the ultimate Godhead,
Like a half-realised dream lifting to clasp the Supreme,
Crown and star of this Life-Stream endlessly singing and dancing
Till it attain the Most High, Knowledge and Wisdom was I!
Pheidias! under thy hand the unquenchable spark that Myself is,