And lo, they awake, they tremble, they are stricken with understanding;
The granite, lifting some vague and troubled eyelid,
Struggleth to behold his master:
The rock feeleth within himself the breathing of the unhewn statue,
The marble stirs in the midnight of his darkness,
Because that he is aware of the soul of a man.
The buried alabaster desireth to rise up from the grave,
Earth shudders, it trembleth violently,
It feels upon it the will of a man;
And behold, beneath the gaze of him who passeth with creation in his eyes,