Lucifer blazing in superb effigies
Among the world’s ambitious tragedies,
Heaven-sent gift to the dark ages,
Now, in the finest-possible light,
We approach you; can estimate
Your not unnatural height.
Though the discrete progeny,
Out of their swim, go deflated and dry,
We know the feel of you, archaic beauty,
Between the tombs, where the tombs still extrude,
Overshadowing the sun-struck world:
(The shadow-god envisaged in no cloud).