Supreme articulate voice of nature’s striving,
Or builds he a vast prison for himself, a slave
With iron of his own strong forging crowned?
Insatiable of ransacked worlds, and exulting
Furiously in feet-supplanting speed, the proud-eyed
Victor, he who has come so far, so far, looks forth
To achieve the eluded glory of his goal.
What solitude is this that suddenly he enters?
Voices of earth no more with anchoring kindness call.
The fevered hammers throb; but deep within he knows