As within one radiant sphere
All things living, joined and whole,
Bloomed with light of Paradise;
Sages then—but who has taught
Such an end for labouring thought,
Such a nakedness of soul;—
What but probing, doubting, and division?
Hark, on iron iron’s endless clamour!
The hours, the hours, drive swifter than we strain—
Earth changes not, but who has changed us,