One word we named not, dreamed not, feared not even,
The end.—If All utterly cease;
Earth, Time, Desire, Hell, Heaven?’
Titan spirit of god-like stature;
Star-measurer, holder of deep clues of nature;
Maker, but half-aware of what he makes,
Of what the extravagant flame in him devours,
And what unshapen Vastness he awakes,—
Toiled in the terrible webs his mind invented,
And caught in flame that twists and towers,