He came with us to thy great gates, oh Thou <br />Unopened Age. Our noise was like the wind <br />Chafing the wordy Deep; but broad and blind <br />They stood unmoved. Then He,-we knew not how,- <br />Laid forth his hand upon them. Lo, they grind <br />Revolving thunders! Lo, on his dark brow <br />The unknown light! Lo <br />Azrael came behind <br />And touched him. They clanged back, and all was Now. <br />We wondered and forgot; but He, unbent, <br />With eye still strained to the forbidden day, <br />Towered in the likeness of his great intent <br />As if his act should be his monument, <br />Till Azrael pitied such sublime dismay, <br />And led him onward by another way.<br /><br />Sydney Thompson Dobell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/samuel-brown/
