The North Transept: The Psalms XXII

Thus when with man's deep soul God's Spirit wrought,
They spoke of things more glorious than they knew,
Blending prophetic dreams with mortal thought.
Then fabling bards the shadows of the true
From other wells of inspiration drew ;
The great dissembler came with wings of light,
O'er meaner things th' enchanter's mantle threw,
Kindling to burning thoughts th' enraptur'd sprite,
Like meteors that would vie with living stars of light.