Gargoyles

By mindless Law? Their death-embrace A simple accident of space? Vv. Where is thy fame, when million leagues Of flaming gas absorb the roll Of many a system ruinous hurled With infinite pains and dire fatigues To build another stupid soul For fools to call another world? Where then thy fame, O soul sublime? Where then thy victory over Time? Vi. Wilt thou seek deeper than the fact? Take refuge in a city of mind? Build thee an house, and call it heaven? Rush on! there foams the cataract, Blind steersman leader of the blind, Sole devil herald of the seven Thy garnished halls should house, O Christ, Thou being dead, thou sacrificed 7