XXIX

He sets, and each ephemeral insect then

      Is gathered into death without a dawn,

      And the immortal stars awake again;

      So is it in the world of living men:

      A godlike mind soars forth, in its delight

      Making earth bare and veiling heaven, and when

      It sinks, the swarms that dimmed or shared its light

Leave to its kindred lamps the spirit's awful night.'