Lord Byron

A splendid sun hath set! — when shall our eyes
Behold a morn so beautiful arise
As that which gave his mighty genius birth,
And all eclipsed the lesser lights on earth!
His first young burst of twilight did declare
Beyond that haze a Sun was rising there;
As when the morn, to usher in the day,
Speeds from the east in sober garb of grey
At first, till warming into wild delight,
She casts her mantle off, and shines in light.
The labour of small minds an age may dream,
And be but shadows on Time's running stream;
While Genius, in an hour, makes what shall be,
The next, a portion of eternity.