The shape of Death; and Love he sent to bind
  The disunited tendrils of that vine
  Which bears the wine of life, the human heart;
  And he tamed fire which, like some beast of prey,
  Most terrible, but lovely, played beneath
  The frown of man; and tortured to his will
  Iron and gold, the slaves and signs of power,
  And gems and poisons, and all subtlest forms
  Hidden beneath the mountains and the waves.
  He gave man speech, and speech created thought,
  Which is the measure of the universe;
  And Science struck the thrones of earth and heaven,
  Which shook, but fell not; and the harmonious mind
  Poured itself forth in all-prophetic song;
  And music lifted up the listening spirit
  Until it walked, exempt from mortal care,
  Godlike, o'er the clear billows of sweet sound;
  And human hands first mimicked and then mocked,
  With moulded limbs more lovely than its own,
  The human form, till marble grew divine;
  And mothers, gazing, drank the love men see
  Reflected in their race, behold, and perish.
  He told the hidden power of herbs and springs,
  And Disease drank and slept. Death grew like sleep.