And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years,
Driv’n by the spheres
Like a vast shadow mov’d, in which the world
And all her train were hurl’d.”
There is a wonderful magnificence about this; and what a Bunyan-like reality is given to the vision by “the other night”!
Man.
“Weighing the stedfastness and state
Of some mean things which here below reside,
Where birds like watchful Clocks the noiseless date
And Intercourse of times divide,