By Passion’s stormy wave.
It should have been, ‘Angels an Angel meet;
Seraphs on high a sister-seraph greet!’
II.
‘Earth unto earth;’ ’tis well
That sordid earth should pass to earth again:
In those dark fanes where truth has ceased to dwell,
Why should the shrine remain?
Deep in the dust let all such pass away;
Why should they not?—clay mingles but with clay: