The sun set, but set not his hope: <br />Stars rose; his faith was earlier up: <br />Fixed on the enormous galaxy, <br />Deeper and older seemed his eye; <br />And matched his sufferance sublime <br />The taciturnity of time. <br />He spoke, and words more soft than rain <br />Brought the Age of Gold again: <br />His action won such reverence sweet <br />As hid all measure of the feat.<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/character-10/