These things are more wonderful than the sun.
Senseless is the stone in the earth,
And the granite is not more than the formless night;
The alabaster knoweth not the dayspring,
Porphyry is blind,
And marble is without understanding;
But let Ctesiphon pass,
Or Dædalus, or Chresiphon,
And fix his eyes, full of the divine flash,
Upon the ground where the rocks slumber,